When the Mandalorian tried to order her droid to take the next cleaning turn, the Mon Cal wagged his webbed fingers and chided.<br/><br/><em>"Tsk!  Tsk!  Tsk!  The workers' of the world do not elevate the proletariat by resorting to the bougoise exploitation of servant and slave labor!  Honest work for the laboring class!"</em><br/><br/>There is no sign of Teslo in the room.  As the group looks through the doorjamb, Aria is the next to step forth and take her share of the duties.  The door closes, and a few minutes pass.  When it next opens again, Bass declares.<br/><br/><em>"Well, well, well, seems our delicate one lasted a bit longer.... but not by much.  Go on now...  next in line should hurry up and get started!"</em><br/>