[He is expecting elaboration, so when she doesn't provide it, he goes to look over his shoulder--and finds her sitting down in the copilot seat looking grumpier than ever.]

Bad memory. Got it.

[Somehow that thought just -- comes to him, in a way he doesn't think to question. There's no uncertainty behind it, he just knows that something horrible happened to her somewhere in the Inner Rim. Frankly, he doesn't want to know. Knowledge like that lead him to places that got him in trouble.

Hapes comes into the viewport at a distance, a brilliant blue dot against inky darkness, smattered with stars.]

We need a cover. I have a shipment of imperial tech that I never got delivered that we can try and pass off, but its not much.