Re: The Sith hits the fan...
"Thanks again, You-Why." Finished arranging the former slaves, Shard turns on her heel to face the dynamic duo as they mosey up. She shifts around for a direct look at the datapad, eyebrows rising as Haarmon leaps into his plan. This kid...is good.
She's really going to have to start remembering not to call him that.
He gives her a moment to collect her thoughts, to show comprehension. Shard takes it with a short nod, one side of her mouth quirkly slightly. "So far, so good..." It wouldn't be easy for the former slaves, but the digression to the Nergon didn't seem too dangerous. Another pause follows and she glances up just in time to catch his heated face and abrupt shift away.
Shard takes a brief moment to look down at herself. Nope, nothing showing. Shelve it for now, though it's worth consideration later. Maybe the kid...HAARMON...has something for one of the escapees. Can't be me, all done up in this kit.
"Probably Rhijans and Jacobs, bless their violent little hearts," she mutters. A quip, nothing more; Rhijans is a pro, and if he figures it's time for fireworks, he's probably correct. "Fantastic job, Haarmon. Seriously, great. I was worried about how we'd pull this, but you've laid down a path. Let's go."
She glances up at their companion. "You set, Juragga? If so, we should get these people moving."
People. Not slaves, not ever.