Sidara wasn't really one for risky missions. At least, she hadn't been when she initially threw her proverbial hat in with the Resistance. She wanted to help in a meaningful way - something that wasn't being done with the Republic. After her brother's death, working with the Resistance seemed the best way to get justice. But she wasn't the type to go in blasters blazing. She signed on to help in the medical department. She wanted to patch people up and heal wounds. It was her small attempt to make people whole again after the First Order tried to tear them apart. While she knew being a medic might put her in the field on occasion, she hadn't realized that 'on occasion' actually meant 'fairly regularly'.
She wasn't the pilot, which was a relief to her because the bustle of Coruscant was terribly intimidating. Speeders and freighters zipping every which way and interpreting the traffic laws very loosely just made her uncomfortable. The Rodian behind the wheel didn't seem to mind, though. She looked over her notes again and sighed. "I'm still not sure about this," she spoke to him in his native tongue. "And we're late," she added, in Basic, under her breath. This seemed to be shaping up to be a trip she wished she would've sent someone else on. But she needed to see the supplies for herself. To count them and make sure they were right and that they weren't getting swindled. Again.
After landing, Sidara was handed a blaster and as always when she looked down at the weapon, she hated how garish the laser-burned black metal looked against the violet of her skin. She didn't see the point of carrying one when she was always so reluctant to use it, but protocol was protocol. And the First Order was everywhere these days. The Resistance hadn't sent many. The pilot was one of a pair of Rodians and along with a Bothan and herself, there were only four of them.
"We get in, make the transaction, and get out. No lingering," the Bothan said. Sidara thought him quite heavily armed for a simple back-alley deal, but she just nodded grimly. "Sidara, you need to check the supplies, but make it fast. The longer we're here, the more likely you'll have to use that thing," she nodded to the blaster in Sidara's hands.
"Maybe we wouldn't have to rush if we weren't already late," she quipped to the Rodian pilot, who just muttered under his breath and shook his head. Sidara couldn't help the smirk as they made their way to the address to meet with the dealer.