She grinned back at him, feigning innocence as she leaned back against the backrest of one of the seats. "Hey, it's not MY fault if I just HAPPENED to see some stuff my dad left lying around!" Aria protested, letting out a quiet breath as she tilted her head up towards the ceiling, her thoughts wandering towards what might happen once they landed on Manaan in the next hour or so. She considered the possibility of the True Sith brethren wanting to keep the gathering itself hidden from the general public. It made sense. Couldn't have a Jedi or Sith lord accidentally stumbling upon them mid-conference and interfering now, could they? 
It was a good tactic for building up the hype amongst the citizens as well, everyone would be chomping at the bit to get in on the final verdict coming out of this meeting. Indeed it would seem that resentment towards Force sensitives by those who didn't feel the Force themselves was actually quite common in the galaxy, from the reactions that were being broadcasted all over the HoloNet. 

Aria flipped her head sideways to look at him, dumbfounded, for a moment as Yerbol made mention of various underwater horror stories...then proceeded to crack up laughing. 
"Really, Bol?!" she snickered, wiping away a tear from the corner of one eye as she finally calmed her laughter enough to speak again, "REALLY? You know that the whole underwater Wookiee thing is complete and utter bollocks, right?" although, from the look on his face, it told her that he DID actually believe there were Wookiees stalking around under there. "The sharks, I could believe...but Wookiees? Think about that for a second, Bol. They need to breathe air just like we do, they'd never survive properly underwater. Not with having to come up to breathe, those giant sharks'd make a meal of 'em in minutes." 

She snorted, falling quiet as she tried to think up a plan as well. This was going to be much trickier than presenting the evidence back to the Jedi Council had been...She fought down the crippling feeling of guilt as his sister's name entered the conversation again, now that they had spent more time getting to know each other and learnt to get along, it made coming to terms with what she had done so much harder. Her father had been right, ending someone's life was so much easier when it was impersonal, without concern for the relatives who would have to cope without them. Swallowing awkwardly, she banished the thoughts to the recesses of her mind (hopefully before Yerbol would pick up on them...) returning to the predicament at hand. 

Aria knitted her hands together, resting them over her torso as she listened to Yerbol's proposed strategy, piping up to offer her own additions to it. At least it seemed they could agree on one thing: stealth, while they still had the opportunity to use it, was of paramount importance.
"I think you're right, it's important to make sure people keep thinking we're dead for as long as possible, I mean...nobody's going to come looking for us that way so I think we should make the most of it." an almost childish grin flickered across her features as she added. "I always did want to be a ninja at least once before I died for real." Now, as to which of the two embassy's was more easily infiltrated, she could only make a vague guess. "There's a good chance Lord Bracknell might make an appearance at this conference, if he's hanging around the Sith embassy then his personal guard will be too, and believe me, if we run into them we WILL be dead." it wasn't a chance worth taking, in her opinion. They were far too skilled, and would likely cut the pair to ribbons or Force choke them before they'd even know what had happened.

The navcomputer in the cockpit blipped loudly to announce their drop from hyperspace, the blue watery world of Manaan looming in the distance as their small shuttle trundled towards it. 
"I say we take our chances at the Republic embassy, troopers are easier to deal with, right?" with a reluctant groan, Aria hauled herself up into a sitting position, giving her muscles a few last-minute stretches before getting to her feet once more. "I'll get us landed and docked, if you want." she offered with a weak smile. It was hard not to miss his discomfort, with the connection that now existed between them. Whatever damage had occured when that True Sith woman had his torso in a lock was clearly more serious than simple muscle cramps and he would need all the rest he could get to recover from it. Even though it would only buy him a few more minutes at best, she hoped it would still make a difference. 

They would need to be as limber and fast as possible to get through this without being spotted.