Lianna's surface, during the battle

"If I'm gettin' a roof over my head, food in my stomach and somewhere to fly, I don't much care none that she's gettin' most of my creds. Worth it," Gaele said without a moment's hesitation. The stares were met with a warm smile from Gaele, and the occassional polite nod. To her credit, she at least tried to walk standing up straight like the crew, but when that failed, rustic charm succeeded.

"Well, see, here's the thing; you said them Imperials designed them there beds? If that double bunk is there, don't that mean them Imperials wanted 'em shared too?" Gaele mused aloud. "Seems even them folks weren't immune to needin' to be the little spoon every now and again. And I got plenty of work at runnin' myself ragged from dawn to dusk. You take me for some silver spooned, soft handed, corporate folk, Sai?"

Gaele didn't seem offended and the joking seemed to be in good nature. She even batted her eyelashes back at Sai, unabashedly. "Now, now, darlin'. We both know you need your rest more than anything. What you might need more is one of them strappin' pilots to give you a good massage. Sure they'll be leaping at that."

The smile faded somewhat at the corners as she thought about the man with the red, glowing sword...