Shuvin was practically in her lap, and Cerie blinked in mild surprise as her hands went to the Togruta's waste to make sure she didn't tumble off to the side. It was a bizarre balancing act, and the blonde carefully slid herself out of her seat, making sure that Shuvin was still half-way held up in her contortionist's pose.

"He's not really... my 'man', you know."

It was sweet, the term, but despite her own internal thoughts on the matter, Cerie was still not sure how to refer to Vance when in the company of others. Oh, she knew exactly what Ben thought of him. Usually when it was brought up she would roll her eyes so thoroughly that they might as well be on their way to Wild Space.

Fully out from under Shuvin, Cerie let her go once it was certain that she had solid footing. Of course it only meant that Cerie herself could sidle right up next to the younger woman in an effort to spy Vance Felline.

Her eyes caught sight of a rather particular form, standing on the mouth of a large archway that joined the landing bay to what was probably a waiting are that doubled as a staging zone.

Except...

... it was Vance, and two other bodies standing on either side of him.