<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/32/66/c5/3266c521e7517760de09ab0d9ba3ab85.jpg)</div>The irony of being caught up in the Captain’s trouble was not lost on her.  Darbra likely would have laughed if the situation had been even a little less dire.  She didn’t need the scrutiny a gunfight would bring, but she doubted they would be able to avoid it.  She should just walk away.  That would have been the intelligent thing to do, but she was desperate.  She needed off of the planet as quickly as possible, and he as still her best bet.  Assuming they both survived whatever trouble had found him.  Her luck had definitely taken a turn for the worse.<br/><br/>Act normal he said.  As if she were going to do anything else.  A deep frown wrinkled her brow, she really didn’t have to fake her anger at him.  She was furious, though it was more at the situation than the Captain if she was being honest.  She started yelling at him, but she didn’t do it in Galactic Basic, she chose a much more obscure language so that whoever might be listening in wouldn’t have a clue what she was saying. It made it easier to maintain the lie as the Bothan fell from her lips as easily as Basic did. She was just as articulate with her hand gestures and body language, adding to the illusion of anger directed at him.<br/><br/>When he asked about the two people following him she made a show of calming down so that she could speak more quietly, and switched back to Basic, making sure that the thugs couldn’t see her lips as she spoke.<br/><br/>“Human female, my height, fit, dark hair with a  scar of some kind on her right arm.  The other one is most likely male, larger and taller, green skin with a grey tent to it.  Four arms, maybe Codru-Ji, I’ve never seen one in person,” she admitted.  “Both armed.  Mercs perhaps.  They are good, blocking the entrance to the docking bays.  The smaller one is talking into some kind of com, so they might have help.”<br/>