Meanwhile, Kanan was crouching in front of the crate, glancing at the Rodians as they all made their way toward Hera, lining up so that she could remove their collars next. Good. It meant that he could take a moment to himself to eye up the locking mechanism uninterrupted, and take some time to focus on slicing the damn thing. It looked deceptively simple at a glance, no doubt trying to pass itself off as those harmless medical supplies that they'd been led to believe was in there, but just trying the lock resulted in an error message and a code reset notification.

Good. Great. Normally he'd just shoot the lock off at that point, with time at a premium the way it was. But he wasn't about to try that without knowing what was on the inside.

He sighed, and then settled in to start slicing the lock in earnest. Ah, what he wouldn't give to have Kasmir here right now.