"Like I said, heartening! Something would be truly wrong if you gave humans a massive communication network and they did not fill it with cats."
Adana giggles. "Yeah, I'd be worried for our souls if there wasn't a single cat to be seen."
"I don't know what they do but people keep writing about them, so I am concerned about them!"
"Because of course all their writing is thoroughly well-informed, unbiased, well-researched, empirically grounded...?"
"... Okay I feel like you are hinting that they either do absolutely nothing or don't exist."
"That's exciting! All of its secrets? Those are a lot of secrets, we don't even know everything about our galaxy, let alone the entire universe."
Then there is a beep from her navigation console, and - it looks like they are approaching Harmony.
"You wanna resummon me right here in the shuttle and walk out with me all docile-like?"
She nods, then goes through the process of dismissal. Poof, off he goes to his home. Then she redraws a new circle, outlining all required safeties, and - summon?
Adana smiles back at him. "Hi. Again. Keep me safe while you're here and make me a datastick and I will give you music?" she offers.
(She can always ask for it, later.)
It's sort of within the scope of his task to keep a wing over her back just barely touching. He can be a demonic shield of sorts.
They go to security. Adana hands over the portion of comm logs that involves her prisoner's evil deeds (leaving out the entire conversation with Cam). She answers some questions about how she beat her attacker, to which she motions to Cam. They understand, accept this as sufficient proof, and then send people to collect the still-trapped fugitive.
Then, off to get a proper summoner certification. She gives them a record of her summoning history (squeaky clean, until Cam) and then they get to inspecting how secure her binding over Cam is.
An extremely loud sudden noise from across the room - to which Cam reacts by speechlessly interposing himself between that noise and Adana, eyes wide, obviously alarmed but not capable of squeaking about it - suffices to verify that he's gagged.
They are impressed. She gets her certification.
When they are done, back onto her little shuttle they go, where she snaps the binding as soon as the airlock is closed, and hugs him. "Thank you," she says.
Hugs hugs hugs.