I'm a ninja, I'm a ninja!

You two head left, past some pistons, and hope your footsteps are muffled by the sounds of the gears grinding. You don't even look back as you pull Blackfire behind a giant battery.

You catch your breath and look around. Another few yards away and up some stairs is the exit. You listen for the engineer. He's too far away to hear you, since you can't hear him. You take Blackfire's hand and just run. You practically run the door over as you exit the engine room and enter a long hallway. You can just see a door to the right, and head that way.

"Alright, we need to calm down and find the kitchen or pantry," you plan, "then a different exit; I am not pushing our luck with the engine room."

You two pass through the door and find yourselves in a giant room. It looked like a dance hall or something, but with small tables set up in the corners. On the left wall were two doors. Those most likely led to rooms where passengers and crew lived in. Clear on the other side, you see chefs and waiters enter and exit from a pair of doors, with trays of food and drinks.

You two sneak as best as you can in the wide open room along the walls. You slip past dozens of people in fancy suits and dresses, occasionally saying "Excuse me" or "Pardon me" as you go by.

You pass by a rather large, rather round fellow and his date. Blackfire stumbles on something and falls, and you are forced to stop.

"Watch where you are going!" the round creature bellows. "You could've scuffed my shoes!"

"We're sorry," you apologize, helping Blackfire back up.

The round creature eyes you two suspiciously.

"I don't remember seeing you two before," it mumbles. "And I know we haven't stopped to pick up or drop off anyone since yesterday. How did a couple of Troqs like you afford to board this ship, anyways?"
(Note: Troq = Nothing, as in something that is insignificant; used mostly to refer to Tamaranians as a racial slur)

Blackfire clenched her fists, but you held her back.

"We worked really hard on many different planets," you lie. "It took us both several months to finally make enough, what with manual labor being the only job we Tamaranians can really get off our home planet." You smile a fake smile and lead Blackfire towards the kitchen again.