Kameron’s charming smile soured a little at Jiljoo’s lilting voice calling him “master” yet again. Granted, it was only recently that he’d won both her and the ship in an underground pazaak tournament on the galactic capital world, Coruscant, but he’d freed her from her slavery as soon as he possibly could.<br/><br/>“Jiljoo... y’ don’t have to call me Master,” he reminded her, his voice low and calm. It was a recurring thing, and he was fairly certain the beautiful Twi’lek girl did it just to get a reaction out of him. Of course, his words were directed at her back as she walked out of the bridge. He just chuckled and shook his head, flicking the intercom switch off and sitting up straight.<br/><br/>“90 minutes, huh? Good, great. Plenty of time for lunch,” Kam said, grabbing a half of a sandwich and taking a bite. “Systems are runnin’ at expected numbers, no spikes in the readings.” His hands danced over the control panels, his eyes scanning different read outs at a pace only an experienced pilot could manage. “Great sandwich. Gotta remember to thank Jilj later,” he mused, smiling. “She’ll be happy to hear that, pretty sure.”