[ Poe wanders in half way through her pouring the third cup, his hair tousled in that way that only he can manage, a ration bar sticking half way out of his mouth. He grabs the end, bites a piece off, grabs a cup of caf with his free hand, and then throws himself down on the nearest chair. ]

So. I plotted a course to Dantooine. Figured we can lay low there, maybe pick up a few supplies, test the waters to see just how loud a splash we made with that escapade. We won't pick up any work there, probably, but we can afford a couple rest stops with the fee that Rex paid us.