“About that—“ Joule started as Ziva’s gaze darted to the ship and back. Kira had a sinking suspicion she knew what they were about to ask. “No.” Joule’s smile showed he was undeterred. “We were hoping for a ride to the planet.” “Doesn’t Luatha have their own shuttles to the surface?” Kira whined. “They do but since I’m technically part of House Roake while I am in training it will be difficult for them to transport me,” Joule explained. Red tape. The bane of Kira’s existence and something that obviously transcended race and culture. “We want to go down together,” Ziva explained.
