Re: The Sith hits the fan...
Arrrrgh. Of course the Droid stepped in. Shard somehow manages to hold in a wince at his choice of words. That one is going to be a problem...
But Juragga's support almost undoes her. For the first time in ten years, Shard finds herself close to tears. Reaching up, she clumsily pats the huge, furry paw on her shoulder, unsurprised at its light, gentle touch, for she has dealt with Wookies before. "Thanks," she replies in a hoarse whisper, her lips tight as she nods.
There doesn't seem to be more she should - or can - say.
Blinking beneath the hanging shield of her bangs, the woman slowly appraises the room. Like a pro, Jacobs reports in regarding the comm traffic from beneath the helmet, and she can't tell what he's thinking. Haarmon is focused - completely - on his own work, his fingers dancing like a concert pianist's. "He's...really something," she mutters to Juragga. "Just don't tell him I said that; it'll go to his head." Rhijans is - somehow - managing to get useful information out of the Droid and the Ubese. The ship captain seems surprisingly sensible about the whole affair, but the bigger surprise comes in the bloated shape of his employer. Shard sniffs once, and grimaces; just what they needed, a Hutt getting involved.
These ones, Shard figures, these people with whom she finds herself, they know what they're doing. Juragga included, the big warrior picking the perfect time to wade into the troopers. They're going places, they're helping people.
So she has to help them.
"How much you want to bet if I ask the Droid to put a cap on the Madame... -" she stumbles over the word, gives up "- he fires back the same thing with an apology and an 'of course'?" A shrug follows, and a weak smile up at Juragga. Weak, but real.
The older woman raises her voice. "UY-Threepio - a pleasure indeed. Please call me Shard." And not... Turning, she gives Juragga a small tug and drops to a crouch in front of the surrendered trooper. "Say 'I'm not telling you anything'," she whispers. "Say it clear for the translator. Then, if any of this gets back to you after, they can run the transmission through a 'voder and find out it was artificial, and you have deniability. Worst case, you get a demotion. The alternative?"
She rolls her eyes up meaningfully, toward the looming Juragga.