Ryn looked up at Aerith and shook his head again.
"If my hypothesis is correct, and the rumours are true, then we're in incredible danger. I'd sooner sell this ship than be captured by that IG droid. I know someone on Thyferra who'd be willing to buy her. I'll get in touch with them. And are we in hyperspace yet? We should be by now. I've got a call to make."
He fastened the chronometer around his wrist, securing the clasp with practiced ease. A faint smile crossed his face as he turned away, pulling out his dataslate and tapping the screen.
"If you need anything, let me know," he called over his shoulder. "I'll be packing my things."