Pulling the speeder down towards the parking garage he gently put her down on the edge of the building, knowing full well it would fall off after they got out of the vehicle and gave it a small push. Stepping out of the somewhat beat up speeder he shrugged his good shoulder while glancing at her sideways. "I do believe we aren't dead. Also there are eight hells, get it right." The traditional smirk that graced his features far too much plastered itself firmly across his features.

"Do I know how to hotwire a star ship? What is this, preschool smuggling class? Of course I know how to hotwire a ship. Do you not know how to hotwire a ship?" Turning the question back on her might have been a bit of a mistake, but that didn't matter to him at this point. Slowly he pressed his foot against the speeder so that he could destroy the evidence of whatever someone would call everything that had just happened. He wondered just how much damage they had done to the planet, and how quickly it would be rebuilt.

"Though, I will say this... I would prefer a smaller ship, something a little more discreet that a speeder that screams, "Hey Republic dickwads, we're right here! Though I feel we should get you something to cover you a bit up before we decide to jump aboard that Destroyer. Most people probably won't take you as serious if they see you dressed in such a way." Noticing her makeup was picture fucking perfect also caused him to snicker while heading off towards a ship that would suit him. "I love casually stealing a ship. The owners always seem to want to try and kill you... It's just so invigorating."