Jana nodded at Lt. Collins as he arrived, almost glad now to be relieved of her burden.<br/><br/>She had stolen a glance or two over at Xiann even after she had run to her friends, and was glad to see that the reunion appeared to cheer the lot of them.<br/><br/><em>"Sergeant, can you translate for me?  I never had the opportunity to learn Huttese."</em><br/><br/>"Yes, sir," she said casually.  She was glad of the Lieutenant's informality.  Discipline didn't require an iron fist, something that the Imperials had never learned .. and something that the Hutts she worked for understood very, very well.  Tired as she was, there was nothing quite as beautiful as watching a<em>rational</em>Hutt use money and the threat of force to get his way.  Or anything as distressing as watching gangsters like Yohta or Jabba bully their way to power.<br/><br/>"Attention," she said to the slaves by way of prelude, "I'm about to translate a message for you from my commander."<br/><br/>When she was sure they were attending, she translated his message, word for word, to them.  She occasionally glaced at Xiann, whom she knew understood Basic.  She hoped that her faithful translation of his message would help build trust in her, at least.