In time, she would come to appreciate how vulnerable she was in that instance, though had he been more aggressive with Phae, there was no doubt she would have fought him until one of their bodies was nothing but blaster fodder. Luckily for both herself and the stranger, their discussion was relatively contained. He seemed reasonable, and she was naive enough to presume he believed her. The lasting qualms she was left fretting over were to do with why this individual seemed to be in possession of a vessel fit to carry a small army. If this were his doing, be it through stolen or legitimate means, he couldn't be underestimated. Something of a skeptical glance met the fellow as Phae listened to his answers, and when she was satisfied by the response she was given, she managed to say, "I'll walk with you when I know I'm not walking into a trap."<br/><br/>Even in this brief flash of defiance, Phae was rising shakily to her full height, curves on display beneath her rumpled jumper so that even in a state of disheveled panic, there was no doubt what her value may have been. This side of the galaxy saw less of the slave trade than others did, but Phae had always been raised to be cautious of those who took an immediate interest in her. An employer like Erologo was a choice she made due to his preference in men- she had planned her apprenticeship with this in mind. Paired with the shop hugging the outskirts of Chandaar where only in-and-out orders were common, the Auroun had been safer than one might expect. Of course, it was in her thirst for freedom from the safety of her life that she ended up hijacked (which was the only way she saw this event), but one made sacrifices when they felt the need for change.<br/><br/>The Auroun, despite their scarcity in the galaxy, were a race meant to experience all manner of travel. It was in their blood, in their genetic makeup, and in their inherent skillset; they were the wayfarers of the cosmos. Phae was a bit different in this regard, only half Auroun and only half as talented as her mother had been, but she wasn't a complete still. A<i>still</i>was an individual without psionic capabilities - Phae considered almost everyone she met to be a still. Even this suave pilot with his armed guards and his polite bravado was a still, though she expected his capabilities came from somewhere more personable: A leadership role. Was he a captain? Commander? A higher up for the Empire, sure, but what sort? A marauder? A pirate? Someone ballsy enough to fuck over the Empire... A Rebel?<br/><br/><i>No</i>, she decided with a small scoff,<i>Empire makes sense</i>. Having existed on the outskirts of Empire space, Phae wasn't familiar with their hierarchy of leadership besides what little information was chattered over on Chandaar. Even that was just the usual brand of biased.<i>Empire bastards this, Empire bastards that</i>- it wasn't educational in the slightest. It also left little in the way of sympathy for the fallbacks the Empire had faced, though Phae realized that wasn't a topic she needed to speak over in her current state. Tucking the blaster into her tool belt, the thrum of runes echoed over her skin just long enough to spark their eerie glow before the light died once more, replaced with slow movement from the woman. She did what any sensible pet owner might do, and grabbed her cat before the droids had a chance to mistake the animal for hostile.<br/><br/>"Where are you taking me then?" The question was pointed, evident in her stare as it rested heavily on Jack's features. They hadn't even been introduced yet and already Phae was studying her counterpart in the way an artist might admire their subject. Pale hues were invasive, ignoring what might be considered a proper length of time to assess someone in favor of getting every detail of her captor's face memorized. If things went poorly, she wanted to know the face of the man she intended to kill. This far out of the civilized portion of the galaxy, it was only natural to be especially careful when cornered. Well, careful until there was nothing left to do but fight, though Phae tucked that idea away for the time being. She could play nice with the Empire pilot if he put away his ill-will toward her past employer.<br/><br/>"And how long do you think it will take to get the parts?" If it were only a few hours, she didn't want to leave the hangar. Really, she didn't want to leave Clovis, but that had clearly been expressed as an impossibility for the moment, so she worked with what wasn't entirely off limits. A little push in one direction, a small shove in another. Eventually, the Auroun would be comfortable in a prison of her own design so long as there was a time frame for freedom. The cat in her arms seemed indifferent either way, large enough in figure and coat to block the view of Phae's torso. Passively, the creature accepted the cradle of her arms as a resting place, oblivious to their near life or death circumstances only moments beforehand.<br/><br/>Phae found herself clearing her throat to ask, "Look, am I being taken as a prisoner? I don't understand how this works, and I'm sort of freaking out."