No, but it's fun.
I mean, if I really wanted I could pull something flashy like teleport your entire zeppelin onto the aft observation deck of the NSec station and then send a messenger to knock on the door to the bridge.
When you opened the door, there would be twenty-three lyre-strumming nymphs in gauzy pants-suits couched in a golden canoe borne on the cool mists of a hundred fire extinguishers and crewed by a dozen tipsy leprechauns uniformed in shimmering middy-blouses and fringed toreador pants. Facing you would be a twelve-foot specter shrouded in red sateen, shod in bejeweled riding boots, and mounted on an obese, pale-blue unicorn. Around him would flutter winged frogs, miniature Valkyries, and an airborne caduceus. The tall figure would offer you a six-fingered hand which holds a curiously inscribed identification bracelet simply crawling with mysterious portents.
At this point, however, I suspect you might bang the door shut in the specter's surprised face, then bolt, bar, and lock it, swallowing the key for good measure.