Pidge helped Lance out of the cockpit and onto the metal landing dock. Lance looked around in awe, and partial fear. Pidge also detected slight ambivalence from the prince, which was forseeable. After all, for all he knew, she could be ready to ship him off to some far away concentration camp without his say-so. This was the primary fear of many of the inductees to the program she shipped to the outpost, and she was ready to deal with it. Put on an inoocent smile and try to calm their fears with reassuring words about freedom.
She didn't actually know where Lance would go. All she knew was that the cargo would be taken to housing for perserverance from threats. Not much info crossed her path, no matter how much she tried to play up her job. She was a mere postwoman, carrying the cargo back to her superiors. It was emotionally tiring, and she hoped she would get promoted soon. The higher she got on the scale of stature in the intel community, the better information she got. Perhaps some regarding Matt...
She shook the muddled thoughts out of her head as she pulled up her tablet, and hooking it the entrance door of the outpost. It was a security measure. Only those with the tablets and the correct retina scan could enter, save for the cargo, which were monitored within darkened rooms on the outside perimeter of the outpost.
She could feel Lance's curious eyes peering behind her back as she scanned her retina. This inductee was certainly curious, that was for sure. Especially with the binder situation.
It wasn't that Pidge was ashamed of being a female, or had transgender feelings about herself, not at all. However, the agency had assumed she was a boy when she ended up on an outpost near the Febulon System after crash landing a Garrison ship. She had figured the aliens had the same gender roles as humans, and let them believe it. Men typically were placed in higher rankings in society, no matter how unfair and sexist it might seem. This agency, she later found, was extremely non-discriminating towards gender, but she feared revealing herself. Telling the agency she had lied to them when she enrolled... That would be a fatal mistake. Who knows what would become of her after that? The agency made it morbidly clear it was not afraid to terminate miscreants. They had public executions in the employee lounges. Most were simple injections, but if the executioner was having a particularly bad day, well... Pidge felt bad for the janitor who had to clean the mess up.
The door whisked open, and Pidge turned around. "You first. I'll transfer you to the office, and the intel officers will take it from there." Lance shifted from foot to foot nervously, and Pidge sighed exasperatedly. "Look. You'll be okay. I wouldn't bring you here if I didn't know that." That was a bull faced lie, and Pidge knew it. She felt a bit guilty, but scoring the last living Altean, and royalty no less? It was a guarenteed promotion, and one step closer to Matt. At that point, that was all that mattered.
They silently walked through the blandly colored corridors before reaching a small office. She walked up to the desk and signed some forms, turning over Lance to the agency for good, and called the officers. As Lance was led towards the questioning office, (with much questioning from the young prince himself,) Pidge leaned against the doorway and watched them turn a corner. She hoped what she was doing was right, Lance seemed okay, even if a tad obnoxious. Though her morals were a factor, her family was the biggest factor.
And that overrides even the worst guilt.