Cassie nodded, rolling her eyes at herself internally. Why did she have to make everything that much more difficult? She took a few steps toward Sidara and found a spot to sit (she hoped, if someone yelled at her she'd be the first to jump up) on a nearby crate. Pulling off her jacket, she left her arm entirely exposed for the physician to examine. Well, if Sidara was a physician. For all she knew, the Twi'lek could just be making ends meet at best, but Cassie remembered the look on her face when she'd examined the medical supplies. This woman -- alien? -- was definitely the real deal, and Cassie worked on mentally calming herself.
"Yeah, yeah, look, I'm sorry. I just...I get really carried away sometimes." She licked her lips. "And sorry about losing the crate. No one's fault, really, but...shit. I can't even imagine how they found out about the exchange, but since we're missing a few key members of our group, I guess it's not that hard to guess."
She glanced over at Melor, who was now resting peacefully with his eyes closed. If he was asleep, she couldn't tell; at least his chest rose and fell softly, giving her the reassurance of life. Likewise, Christo was off in another corner tapping away on some device. There was little chance he had any connection out in the middle of space, but she assumed he was checking for any potential messages and possibilities of connecting back to their employers.