Aria nodded slightly, suppressing a shiver of her own by pulling her cloak more tightly around her shoulders, she plodded slowly after Yerbol as the pair searched for the aforementioned cockpit and the source of the honeyed voice. Aria certainly hadn't been expecting the shock of red hair that they discovered sitting in the pilot's seat when they arrived there, the former Sith acolyte clearing her throat abruptly and shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she studied the mercenary woman with a raised brow. Her clothing was...hardly practical, and she had to admit it raised a couple of questions as far as Aria was concerned. Not that she'd be willing to voice them out loud. 

While she seemed cheerful enough, their caretaker was just as abrupt as Roan and before either of them could get a word in edgeways, she was dismissing them to the guest's quarters and issuing instructions about how she liked the ground rules to be on her ship. As she avoided providing them with her name and rose to pat the Knight on the cheek, Aria shuffled backwards and narrowed her eyes warningly, hoping to escape a similar treatment. Thankfully, the merc seemed to get the message conveyed by the daggers coming from Aria's eyes and simply dropped herself back into the chair. Once again, she allowed Yerbol to speak before she added anything in herself. He was better at this whole negotiating thing than she was, besides if his current tactic proved ineffective they could always try blackmailing her. 

For a moment, the redhead looked like she might have taken a swing for Yerbol, but in a way only an agent used to working undercover could have managed she reigned herself in at the last moment, fist dropping back to her side as she enquired about their intended course of action. 
"Well, the True Sith are organised, and they have the advantage right now but they're not completely unstoppable. Yerbol and I gave them the slip once on our own, we can't be the only ones who've managed it." Aria started, surprising herself by how calm she sounded given what was at stake here. Life as they knew it could be depending upon the young Force users' ability to convince this woman to go along with their plans....no pressure. "We've been to their homeworld, read a lot of their archives, we know some of their strategies and could probably counteract some of their attacks and fight back, but to do that we'll need help. Two of us aren't strong enough to do it alone, but if we could band together other Force users and use what we found out on the Sith homeworld, we could still stop this." Aria paused to glance between Yerbol and their pilot, before adding. "There could be others like us, that escaped the fighting on Korriban and Tython and are hiding out looking for a way off-world. We could gather them together, find somewhere out of the Sith's sight to regroup and plan."

She held her breath, waiting for the mercenary to answer. The dimples made a reappearance as she grinned broadly at the two youngsters in front of her.
"So instead of sitting quietly, you'd rather go out with a bang?" the mercenary chortled, the curls atop her head bouncing wildly as it shook from side to side. "You make a fair argument, kiddos." Aria almost grinned, though her relief was short lived as she added. "I sympathise, really. But you've overlooked ONE important detail." 
Aria raised a brow. "And what is that detail?"
The merc crossed her arms over her chest, looking Aria and Yerbol over carefully. "Roan doesn't know about this little 'plan' of yours." it wasn't a question. "If you think I'm stupid enough to do something behind a Sith Lord's back, you kids've got another thing coming."

The former acolyte clenched her jaw. This wasn't working and they were wasting valuable time debating withertos and whyfors with her. Apparently they might need a bit of blackmail, after all. She crossed her hands behind her back, taking a confident step forward as she retorted:
"Or, alternatively, we could just program the co-ordinates in ourselves; then I could put out a holocall to Roan and tell him you tried to take off on your own agenda." the threat was well orchestrated, in a perfectly calm tone of voice and accompanied by a smile that was overly-sweet and yet intimidating in the same breath. "He'd believe his daughter's word over a contract mercenary's, so you know...your choice." Aria shrugged nonchalently and beamed again, turning as if she planned to leave the cockpit. Pilot lady scowled, her stoic expression faltering for a flash of a second before she muttered, somewhat sourly. 
"...Alright, fine. I'm in. I'll switch the co-ordinates if you two promise to get out of my cockpit and let me nap." 

[i]Piece of cake. Hard part's over, right?[/i] 
"Consider it done." Aria promised out loud, heading back along the hallways they had travelled through to get there, in search of the guest quarters the woman had mentioned previously. Her eyes twinkled slightly as she looked up at her companion and flashed a teasing grin once they were out of earshot of the cockpit.
"You know she's too old for you, right?" she nudged him in the ribs, stifling a chuckle. "I saw that little twinkle in your eye."
The comment was made entirely in jest, of course, she kept telling herself. That little nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach wasn't jealousy, there was nothing to be jealous OF. Yerbol was her friend, that's all, he could ogle anyone he wanted to....