Miria was waiting right in front of the door that led to the cockpit, her forehead almost touching it, still debating on whether she should go in or not. She knew how Jean could get when around the Inner Rim. Heck, even she could get goosebumps from just the thought of the crew being spotted by the alliance in a place like this; and, knowing how much he cared about them all -and specially about the ship-, she understood his state of utmost tension.
'If only it wasn't for this stupid client, asking to meet us here...'. Yup, she already didn't like this person, even though they had yet to meet. Just the mere thought of him making Jean worry like that made her hate him.
Without loosing anymore time, she opened the door and walked in carefully. "Jean?", she spoke, walking up to him. She placed a hand on the back of his seat, and looked down at him.