Cassie's eyes went wide; in her short time in the galaxy, she'd heard plenty about the First Order. Bits and pieces of the universe's history had floated down to her -- an evil empire, to whom some ascribed structure and protection, while others only saw an archaic dictatorship, taken down by a small group of rebels. The Order had risen from the ashes of the empire. For the most part, Cassie had ignored these rumors and focused on what was at hand.
But then her eyes went wider. "You're with the Resistance?!" She jumped to her feet, moving away from both the Twi'lek and Melor. She didn't have anything against the Resistance in particular; she was just so tired of getting swept up into other people's battles that she didn't want anyone to have any excuse...well, any decent excuse to come gunning for her.
"If they knew about the exchange, do they know our names? God fucking damn, I needed this like I need a hole in my head."
Melor rolled his eyes at her through the pain. "They're not going to care about small time smugglers like us. Did you really think this line of work didn't come without risks?"
Cassie glared at him, moving to put her arms over her chest and pulling a hiss from her mouth as pain surged through her limb. "Of course fucking not, but I didn't think I was going to fucking get swept up in a goddamn revolution. I didn't even ask to be in this galaxy!" She ran a hand through her hair, pushing strands back behind her shoulders; her gaze fell back to Sidara, looking apologetic.
"Look, sorry. This is nothing against you, or what you guys do...I just. Shit. Now I look like a giant asshole. I guess some things never change."