"Glassreach Basin."
For a second, nobody spoke. Even the nearby crew stopped pretending not to listen. Lyra stared at him like she was waiting for the rest of the sentence. Reva's mouth opened slightly, then closed again. Iria turned away from the glass. Only Viola didn't look surprised, as if she was already aware of this decision.
Jareth frowned. "That's not how this works," he said. "We can't just decide that mid-run."
Requiem met his gaze. "We don't need to reroute the main path."
Jareth shook his head. "You do. Any diversion means rescheduling air lanes, re-registering approach vectors, notifying dock automation. Glassreach isn't some open patch of dirt. It's monitored and timed. You miss a slot, you get flagged."
"And flagged ships get held," he continued. "Held ships get searched. Searched ships attract attention I don't want on my people."
Requiem didn't interrupt. He waited until Jareth finished.
