[ Jiaoqiu has his own Support pack slung over his shoulder, though he is less interested in that and more interested in watching everybody else open their packs. Though the blindfold over his eyes is an easy enough tell that he cannot see, his new earpiece is describing everything before him. Unfortunately, it's getting caught up in all the details, because the program dictating it clearly cannot distinguish between important and unimportant details. So he is currently being subjected to a list of:

Humanoid, 163 centimeters, red shirt. Ship model: Void Runner. Humanoid on the left reaches to grab the shoulder of another humanoid. Spiderform Host present on the ceiling. Ship model: Iron Horizon. Docking bay entrance, approximately 500 meters wide. Humanoid, 170 centimeters.

It's so insufferable, so busy, that he's about to leave the docking bay and go through the pack on his own, when he hears someone nearby. He turns his head. His earpiece informs him: humanoid, holding Basic Restraints. Security pack. Jiaoqiu makes a noise that is not quite a laugh, but certainly an amused little hum in the back of his throat. ]

I doubt that was the intention, but one can never know. Perhaps these Hosts are more scandalous than they appear.

[ He cocks his head, curious. ]

That's a Security pack? What does it have in it?