"And will that happen before or after the storm tears us apart or whatever's in the cargo hold blows us to bits?" Kanan wondered, sliding in behind the other gun and frowning out at the scene before them. He squinted into the storm, and then shook his head and reached for the controls. "It's a good thing I trust you, Hera, because this is an extra level of crazy, even for me."

And he was the guy who had once told her to drive like a pilot possessed in a ship loaded with baradium explosives while he ranted about murdering everyone sharing their airspace on an open comm channel, just to stick it to the Empire.