Bandages in hand, she offered an understanding smile. "I understand," she said. "This is dangerous, what we do. Not everyone makes it out," Sidara said quietly. "And don't worry about the crate," she waved off the apology as she set about treating Cassie's wound. She dabbed antiseptic onto a cloth and worked to clean away the blood so that she could bandage up the wound. "It happens sometimes. It's disappointing and... frustrating, but we're doing the best we can. I guess when you can't do everything above-board, you've got to accept the fact the people you deal with don't always operate above-board either." She looked to Cassie, "No offense to you, of course. It's just- not everyone is here just to make a living. Some people want to do good and some people... they'll do anything to get ahead."
Sidara finished cleaning the area, "Sorry if I'm a little rough," she apologized. "I don't mean to be. I just want to get you treated quickly." She opened up the bacta bandage and smoothed it over the wound on Cassie's arm. "This will work to re-heal the muscle and replace any skin cells that need it," she explained.
"We can drop you off at a different point here on Coruscant or we can take you to a different planet, if you've got one in mind." She was sure the Rodians would have complaints about a different stop, but Sidara wanted to be as helpful as possible. These people lost just as much as they had. "Coruscant's big enough we can drop you off and they won't be able to track you, but it's your call."