"Right." Hera nodded. "So we wait; I've got a passive alert set up. We wait till the storm blows over, then till there's no more sign of pursuit, then we head out." She looked up at the nearest rodian. "I don't imagine the Empire did much for you. I'm light on food, but there's plenty of ration bars."

Their market stop was supposed to be after the quick in-and-out to pick up bacta.