Kam gave a soft grunt of surprise as Jiljoo launched herself into his arms. He couldn’t help but chuckle, though, holding the girl close. “As much as I hate bein’ called ‘Master’, I reckon I could suffer a little while longer,” he said, nodding in agreement with her short but simple plan.<br/><br/><i>”That’s not a bad start,” Sev said, “but you’ll need a little more than a just a pretty runaway slave to get close to Ghoutta.”</i><br/><br/>Kameron turned to face the Alderaanian (he was guessing on Sev’s accent), placing his hands on his hips as Jiljoo stepped back. “And how, exactly do you plan on getting to him?” He then listened as Sev laid out a secondary plan, eyebrows raising at the fact that Sev had leased a ship from the notorious Hutt. “We could go in under the guise of returnin’ Jiljoo to him, and maybe wanting start a smuggling contract.” He gave a wet laugh. “Not that we actually would, mind. I’ve no intention of sellin’ my soul to a Hutt.”