Cass followed Slate for a short while. As they entered the docking bay, she said, "My ship has enough room for both of us. Barely, but it's small and fast enough to escape the guns and whatever blockade there is out there..."
She darted away toward a sleek, almost fighter-style ship. It was a little larger than a typical fighter, with two seats, one behind the other. The cockpit slid open and Cass launched herself into a flying leap, landing smoothly in the front seat, the pilot's seat.
"Get in," she called to Slate as she switched the power on. "Best chance of a ride out of here you've got."