She nodded, keeping up the brisk pace as they returned to the shuttle, while Yerbol shouldered his way through into the cockpit area, Aria cast her gaze around for their discarded weapons as the door thudded gently shut after them. Finding them wrapped up in a spare cloak, she returned hers to the clips on her belt and hurried to join Yerbol as he inspected the recent inputs on the navigation unit. The grid co-ordinates for Manaan flashed up on the display, causing a moment of confusion between the duo. Aria was still thinking about it when the perplexed expression left Yerbol's face and the Knight promptly offered what sounded to her like a very reasonable justification for the Selkath allowing the True Sith to use their homeworld as a meeting place.

"No kidding, I bet those fish-faces have been itching to get rid of both Orders for centuries." she scoffed in agreement, hovering at Yerbol's shoulder while he worked with the shuttle's controls. "What better way to maintain an outward appearance of being 'unbiased'? Nobody would ever suspect the Selkath of condoning mass genocide, after all." she threw the question over her shoulder as she turned to head back to the main compartment when he mentioned looking through the craft for clues about the chosen meeting place.
Initially, there appeared to be very little evidence left for the duo to work with, leading to a few muttered expletives as Aria sifted through the storage compartments in a desperate attempt to find something, anything, to point them in the right direction.

The shuttle clattered into hyperspace, knocking her off balance and sending Aria tumbling into a footlocker beneath a row of benches that she hadn't spotted at first. Sitting up again, she flipped open the lid to investigate its contents. At first glance, it was just as much a red herring as every other crevice she had checked, if not for the key cards tucked quite discreetly beneath a stack of holodisks.
A relieved grin spread out across her features, Aria snatched the stack of cards out of the footlocker and turned to re-join her companion in the cockpit only to find Yerbol had stretched himself out on one of the rows of seats in the main seating area behind her after putting the spacecraft on autopilot. She chuckled in amusement at his suggestion, settling herself on the row opposite him so she could stretch out her legs. Despite the metal surface being hard under her head, they had spent such a considerable amount of time on their feet in the past few days that it didn’t matter. Just having the chance to relax without worrying about who or what was going to be coming after them next was satisfying in and of itself. 

When the topic was directed towards her luck in her search, Aria rolled onto her side to face the young Knight, waving the plastic cards in his direction.
“These look like military-issue security passes to me. They must be using an old military compound somewhere on the planet.” she paused, lips pursed together in thought, before adding on. “I know the Sith used to have an old complex on Manaan quite a few decades ago, it was abandoned after Revan killed Malak, though. We could look there first.” she suggested.