On the balcony, Kennoch's hands gripped the railing tighter. His helmet bowed, as he clenched his teeth. Suffice to say, he wasn't pleased to arrange a deal with this murderer, even though he knew it was a possibility from the start. Insisting upon the destruction of Alia's armor did comfort him somewhat, at least, as did sparing the Logitor.

I suppose she still won't be the worst passenger on this ship, Echo thought to himself grimly.

Since there would be no battle today, he turned back to his view of the stars and resumed brooding.