He picks up the bulk of the orange and studies it. He lets himself not think about the idea of passengers in her. Really, he doesn't.

"Yes, I can see that. Citrus fruits at home are used in a similar fashion. Which would mean that I would probably not try to make my profits off the secondary uses, and only off the fruit and the juice. What planet did you say you come from? I'd want to meet some of the people from them and explore this further." He puts the orange down, and eats some more.

"What do I have for breakfast? Of late, exo-protein wafers and stim tea. The choice of food in the fleet is very limited, as is the time to eat it. I haven't had something like this in a long while. Not since I left Cloud City, in fact."