[ There was one brief moment when she thought she might actually die on this shitty fucking planet — one moment, before Black One and its cocky ass pilot came in from above. He really should have left her behind — especially after all the shit she gave him that morning — but she doesn't complain about the rescue either. It's almost a relief to slide in on the ramp and tumble roughly inside. Maybe she wasn't so ready to die today after all — though who can really say why. But there's an odd sort of thrill in surviving, a high that keeps her heart beating a little fast even once they're in hyperspace.

She meets him halfway when he comes to kiss her, huffing out an amused little breath that might have been a laugh if she'd been the type to try a bit harder. ]

Yeah, I saw it, you fucking show off. Think you were cutting it a little close there?

[ She can admit this: If it's an exaggeration to say that he's the best pilot in the galaxy, it isn't one by much. It's been a long time she she's seen flying like that. And honestly? It's kind of hot. Kind of puts a girl in the mood — even though they're both covered in grim and sweat and whatever the hell else. Either way, she's in no hurry to pull away. ]

And I told you I was good, didn't I? [ A little dryly: ] Just because I'm a sloppy fuck doesn't mean I can't do my job as well as you do yours.