Cassie gritted her teeth as Sidara's deft but rough touches sent a few spasms of pain through her arm. She shook her head at the Twi'lek's apology.
"It's not a problem," she grinned in response. "I've dealt with worse. Much worse." Once the bandaging was done, Cassie slipped off the box she was sitting on and came to her feet, which made her feel...well, a little more in control, even if that didn't matter in this instance or was a complete illusion. She glanced from Christo, who'd finally put his Holoreader down and was expectantly waiting for a decision to be made, to Melor, who's eyes were still closed. It looked like the decision was up to her.
"Another spot here on Coruscant here is fine," she agreed. "We can make contact with our employer, get whatever needs settling settled. Not that there's much to speak of. I guess just explanations are in order." Her uninjured arm rose to scratch at the back of her neck. These people had already done more than enough for her and her small band of merry men; there was no need to put them out any further than necessary.
"Thanks. You guys definitely aren't what I expected, after all that First Order crap. I don't know that I'd have done the same thing, if I had been in your shoes. But we definitely appreciate it." She tried on a small smile, to add some truth to her words. They were all worse for the wear, but it also could have been a lot...worse.