A new addition can be percieved, if one looks for such things, among the ships on the landing pad. A sleek, matte black freighter, marked only with a fiery scarlet jackal's head, sits heavily in a space near the far end of the landing pad. Nearby, an orange-furred, female Demarian taps at the refueling console, the end of her tail flicking erratically. Needless to say, the humans are somewhat less than pleased. "C'mon, man," one of them calls out, "We get payed by the hour, there's plenty more where this came from too."