[The next morning, Tim's running five minutes ahead of schedule. He's borrowed a black button-down shirt, and conceded that his dress slacks are probably not quite contraband, so he has a funereal look as he docks and the airlock opens on the shuttle. He looks into the Bishop curiously, not yet stepping out - he sent a text notification before docking, but didn't wait to hear back beyond confirmation that he could do so. His mind is already on the logistical problems ahead, and not on the moment, or on his passenger, except whether or not she'll be on schedule.]
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