E'cho honestly wondered what would happen if she ever managed to topple off the pedestal that Corso so obviously had put her on. In her heart she knew she was a scoundrel, a no good criminal who mostly did things for credits. Sure, she tried to stay on the light side of the path, but sometimes a job was a job and ships took fuel.
Maybe here would be different. Maybe the straight and narrow wouldn't be so hard in a universe not run by the Republic.
"Definitely on the beach," she said, taking his hand and leading them to the first rambler.