As Bril watched Kahr disappear into his quarters, returned his blaster to it's place under his jacket. The wookiee's post fight ritual made a lot more sense to him now. Before Jalmac, Bril had never fired a blaster at a living target and he heart felt like it was trying to pound its way out of his chest. When Zindra appeared from her hiding space, Bril flinched in shock and reached for his blaster again. The twi'lek stopped when he recognized the mechanic from the spaceport.
"Well, uh, kill was just plan B after plan A of selling us into slavery didn't pan out. I thought having a pragmatic Captain would be a good thing when we started this job." Bril paused for a second and scratched his head,
"But thanks for keeping an eye on our ship Zindra. I'm Brilk'ain. My friends call me Bril. The big guy is Iaarkahr."
As if summoned by the mention of his name, Iaarkahr returned to the cargo bay.
Iaarkahr:
"Let's see what loot / cargo / valuables our previous captain has conveniently left behind."
"Agreed!" Bril responded,
"Kinda funny that we ended up with whatever it was he didn't wanna share with us."