Cassie's head bobbed in agreement -- even if they'd just had a pilot, that would've been more than enough to get the group off and away from whomever had been attacking them. A medic was a boon in this scenario, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Making sure the Cerean's arm was snugly across her shoulders and that she had a good grip, Cassie followed the Twi'lek to the ship, pausing for a moment as the humanoid stood off to the side to cover them. Her head nodded again, and she all but carried her fellow teammate up the gangplank.
Her fellow marauders followed, each dragging their respective carcasses onto the ship with a more than palpable sense of relief. The Quarren, who showed no sign of injury, quickly found his own spot off to one side, viewing the proceedings with a seemingly self-conscious gaze. Cassie brought the Cerean to the nearest seating area and set him down gently, her eyes going a little wide at the sudden sign of red near the middle. For some reason, it was far more shocking to see an alien bleeding that color than, say, blue; that would have felt more like a cartoon, or one of those stupid pad commercials back on Earth. It would have sanitized the situation too much, but Cassie kept her head. Her arm throbbed, a fresh sprut of bood washing down her already soaked shirtsleeve as the wound was pulled open again through simple movement.
But she wasn't done. Focusing on making sure everyone else was present, she leaned out on the gangplank, speaking directly to the Twi'lek.
"Not to be premature, but I think we're --" Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, blaster fire erupted from the direction they'd come. Whether their short breaks to catch a breath had allowed their pursuers to catch up or if there was another group involved, Cassie couldn't tell; she was more concerned with getting low and trying to make sure they weren't going to lose another person. "Let's go!"