Satsu grumbled as she waited, even more now. She kept spinning her pistol in her hand as she tapped one foot on the gaming table. She was beyond pissed, and not just because she had to wait. She'd nearly been bounced around the cabin like a Huttball being tossed around the playing field. And while she'd managed to avoid actually bouncing off the walls, she was beginning to suspect she needed to take her lightsaber and begin to renegotiate with the bureaucrats. She didn't need long, a few seconds with their reactor core, and they'd never survive.<br/><br/>But she knew better than to dwell on her anger. An old holocron her father had found had said that strong emotions could be felt much easier than others. But she figured she could hide them if she needed to. Putting her pistol away she took a deep breath. Though she wasn't looking forward toward waiting for the mission to once more be ready. With a sigh, that turned into a light growl, she got to her feet and walked to the cockpit.<br/><br/>As she entered the cockpit she glanced at the Corana, in the co-pilot's seat, and frowned as she listened to the two of them discuss what happened.<br/><br/>"So we were cut off? Sounds like we might have a problem with your little guild, pal. You're costing us time. And time is money, and you and your little friends are costing me." she said. "Your job was to get us down there, and it sounds to me like you're trying to pull one over on us. That wouldn't be smart."<br/><br/>Her voice was gentle and soft, but carried enough of an edge to get the threat across.