"Raider is too kind a word for them. Shingalla are a bunch of Hutt lovers. I reckon they were headed back to Hutt Space 'fore we got 'em. Would have gotten a lot more if that blasted second Gozanti hadn't shown up. Probably there for a hand off. I'm going to squeeze Tongenstein dry for that crap intel."

That had almost been the end of them. If it wasn't for some quick thinking, and dumping the slow baggage presented by her former crewmen, her and Ben would never have gotten out of there in time. Two more minutes and the Scyk's would have blown them up before they cleared the airlock. The Black Bette could handle one broken old Gozanti, but a second with a full starfighter compliment was a lot more than they signed on for. Hell, she almost dumped Ben along with the others, but she was the mind of forward thinking woman who knew it was a long flight back to Canto Bight and she was going to need the company.

"It's a long trip to Canto Bight. What do you reckon we should do to pass the time?"

She was out of her chair in a heartbeat and back behind the pilot's chair once again, leaning over it and looming above the ginger pilot.

"Arm wrastlin'? Sabacc? Maybe a nap?"