There's all kinds who show up in Milliways. Not all of them are trustworthy, not all of them trust blindly. But it's something they can figure out on the way.

The vents are interconnected and on a ship of this size, with this many occupants, there are food smells from nearly all of them. But the most are coming from one specific, very strong direction. Even if it's not the same cafeteria from before, it'll serve the same purpose. Rachel zooms down a corner, flipping into a spin in her haste, and buzzes down the length of it until the sizzling of food gives way to louder conversation, a wider, open space below.