A criminal? [ Banagher looks at a loss for all of the two seconds it takes to process that question. ] No! Nothing like that, not at all.

[ Stilling, he cranes his neck around to look back the way he'd came. Searching. Though the sky has darkened, the outline of a dark infrastructure still looms in the distance. Lights wink in and out of existence along its frame--orange, red, green. A dock, neither visited nor esteemed enough to be considered a spaceport. Banagher indicates it loosely. ]

There's a ship docked there, one that I wasn't really supposed to leave.