 How do the crew feel about “home office relatives”?
"Okay I can't fire you legally—as long as you report for work," grumbled Jeffers, by now a shade more ruddy. On the bulletin board, Tolliver's name stood out beside the number of one of the airtight tractors used between the dome city and the spaceport, or for hauling cross-country to one of the mining domes. He soon found that there was nothing for him to do but hang around the garage in case a spaceship should land. Sometimes there's no reason but them for sending a ship back with a crew instead of in an economy orbit. Under a portable, double-chambered plastic dome blown up outside the ship's airlock, a crewman helped him load two trunks and a collection of bags into the tractor. They found they could send back loaded ships by 'automatic' flight—that is, a long, slow, economical orbit and automatic signalling equipment. Then they're boarded approaching Earth's orbit and landed by pilots who don't have to waste their time making the entire trip." He enlarged upon other dangers to be encountered on the satellite, taking care to impress the newcomer with the daredeviltry of John Tolliver, driver of "missions" across the menacing wastes between dome and port. In the end, he displayed conclusive evidence in the form of the weekly paycheck he had received that morning. "I'm retiring in six months if I'm still alive," he said bravely, edging the tractor into the airlock at their destination.
 It’s a waste of time and fuel to bring them back and forth.
 It’s a waste of time and fuel to bring them back and forth.  It’s a chance to impress the bosses and land better positions.  It’s a great way to have fun and earn tips.  It’s a chance to go on dates with pretty girls.