His eyebrow sure was getting a workout. He wished he knew what to make of her confidence she could fix her own ship paired with her unfamiliarity with his. He was confident she wasn't Imperial—from things said, not just her being female and nonhuman. Whatever group she was with… He wondered if he should put on his Fulcrum side and try to recruit or negotiate. He didn't think she'd be terribly receptive. Still…

"Yeah," he said. Climbing into the pilot's seat and indicating the co-pilot's. "Strap in."