Something was off, and Fel didn't like it. The waitress seemed confused and annoyed as Charey set the bag by her feet. She didn't know all the ins and outs about spying, so maybe she screwed up by saying anything about the bag's contents. That was on her. Still, it wasn't as if she had blurted out how the bag contained stolen star destroyer plans. Whatever. Fel could understand the annoyance. What she didn't get was why she had to accompany Kyra at all.<br/><br/>"Whoa. No one said anything about you and me going anywhere together. My task was to drop this bag into your possession and nothing more." Fel picked up the bag again, tossed it back to the waitress, and started to leave. But, before the woman could exit the alley, she spotted two troopers heading their way. Fel grabbed Kyra and stared straight into her eyes. "Play along," she said, then pinned the girl to the wall and kissed her desperately, sliding the bag toward them with her boot.<br/><br/>"Hey! Take it somewhere else!" snapped one of the imps.<br/><br/>Fel pulled back and giggled. "Sorry," she began in a think Imperial accent. "We eloped." She grabbed the bag and Kyra's arm. "Come along, Lyra. We have a bed waiting for us on the ship." Hand in hand, the two ran toward the starport. Once they were out of earshot, Fel stopped. "I guess I am going with you after all, and I suppose you have a few questions now."