<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/32/66/c5/3266c521e7517760de09ab0d9ba3ab85.jpg)</div>It wasn’t a bad plan, all things considered, but it definitely wasn’t a good plan either.  He seemed to think they could lose the pair, she had her doubts.  There was something about them that led her to believe they were fairly competent, a gut feeling – though most people didn’t give a damn what her gut had to say.  She’d eat her blaster if they managed to slip away that easily, but still she turned to follow the Captain into the crowd, fading into the masses. It was a specialty of hers.  It was far more difficult to do with another person and a droid to worry about.<br/><br/>“Up or down, Captain?” she asked, her voice barely carrying enough to reach his ears in the cacophony of voices and the mishmash of languages that surrounded them.<br/><br/>A series of clicks and warbles came from the droid behind her, but she didn’t turn around to look at it.  She’d had it for a long time, a very long time, she knew what it was trying to say without any conscious thought on her part.<br/><br/>“It’s not working.  They are moving in this direction,” she commented, though she waited for the Captain’s answer before she spoke.  They still had a few minutes.  It would take time for the pair to close the distance, and they would likely wait for a break in the crowd.  They couldn’t afford to give them one.