Kam finished up his sandwich, unobtrusively watching as Nykei piloted the ancient freighter. “Ten minutes, confirmed,” he said, glancing over at his own instrument panels. “Everythin’s still checkin’ out normal, ‘cept for that number four deflector panel. Let Lar know about it, wouldja?”  He patted the ship’s consol board, smiling. “C’mon, don’t let us down on our first trip together.”<br/><br/>The young smuggler rose from his seat, stretching a little as he crossed to the navigation screens towards the aft of the bridge. “What’s our contact’s ETA?” he asked casually, glancing over at the female occupying the pilot’s seat. While she wasn’t anything like the naturally sultry Twi’lek Jiljoo, Nykei still had a certain beauty about her. Kam even considered the small scars that showed where she’d been injured as a part of her allure. Plus, he found her bionic arm interesting. It looked a little too bulky to be<i>just</i>that; he wondered what mods she’d had fitted to it.