Aria smacked her forehead with her palm and groaned softly at her own lack of foresight. Wild Space, of COURSE! 
"Good thinking." she beamed across at him. "And call me a daredevil, but if we could find somewhere relatively close to the Sith homeworld's co-ordinates, it'd put us in a pretty good strategic position." she crossed her arms behind her head, following up with some further thoughts to clarify (just in case he thought she had some kind of crazy deathwish): "Cause, y'know, they have a ton of now unguarded archives over there we could look through for information on their tactics. And maybe a little bit of that old proverb 'the closer we are to danger, the further we are from harm'." 
She stretched out lazily in the chair, her head now perched halfway down the backrest while her feet planted firmly on the floor to keep her from toppling out of the chair as she tried to work some of the tension out of her muscles. She snorted loudly with laughter at the thought of the Dark Council and the Jedi Masters forced to sit in a room together and actually TALK about things for once instead of dissolving into petty name calling and defamation of each others' characters.
"I dunno, I mean, I'm all for getting ice cream but it might be funny to sit on a viewing deck and watch them throw lightning at each other for a few hours until they figure out they've got no choice!" 
It wasn't until they began talking about food that Aria realized exactly how hungry she was. She smirked in amusement, waving her hand dismissively as she protested:
"I practised a lot after the first time, I'll tell you about it some other time." before he could enquire any more, she waved him off as his stomach made another loud protest and hers decided it was about time to join in, too, just in case she hadn't heard it the first few times. 
Aria felt a strange glow of warmth forming in her chest as Yerbol proclaimed, just as he was leaving, that he was glad they had stayed together and realized she was glad for the odd chain of events that had forced them to become friends, too. 

It wasn't long after sharing a small meal between all of them (thankfully, Neta had a few staples-namely bread and nuts as they were easiest to keep fresh, though there was a bit of cheese as well which went down quite nicely-squirreled away, it turned out she hated ration packs just as much as they did) that Yerbol vanished back into the room they had rested in the day before after declaring he needed to sleep for a little while. Aria had remained in the main compartment with Neta for a while, though when a few hours had turned into nearly six she had insisted that the pilot go and check on the young Knight to make sure he hadn't gone into hibernation. She could have heard the redhead laughing from the other end of the galaxy. They'd decided not to bother him, and Aria had soon joined Yerbol to use the next few hours' travel time to get a bit of shut eye herself.

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"You snore like an old man, too!" Aria crowed from the bunk above Yerbol's head, a wicked grin plastered from ear to ear as she rolled over to peer down at him over the metal framing. As he looked up to meet her gaze, he would be greeted with the pillow that had been under her head plopping down onto his face. "Put a shirt on, Neta's probably bringing us in to land by now." 
She waited until he was out of the way before swinging her legs down to hop onto the ground so she wouldn't end up kicking him in the head and adding to his various aches and pains. She had tried not to stare too much, but the muscles in his torso were more well-toned than she had been expecting (guess he hadn't been lying about lifting weights a lot) and it was kind of hard for her NOT to take a quick look before they were hidden by his underclothes once again. 
"You sleep like a Hutt, by the way. We could've been shot at again and you wouldn't have known." she added, strafing out of the door with another cackle before he could do anything to get back at her.

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The Dathomirian paused mid-stride as she caught a glimpse of the Ubese waiting with their weapons at the ready in the next street. She ducked back into the alleyway she had emerged from, melting into the shadows to conceal herself as a familiar presence reached out to connect with her mind. She allowed him in, but didn't wait for him to speak first.
[i]So, it looks like you were right after all, Roan.[/i] Her lips curled into a disdainful smirk. [i]The rat wants us all dead.[/i]
[i]He hasn't done a bad job of it so far.[/i] the other Sith Lord growled. [i]There's four of us left, including Bracknell.[/i]
The Sith woman whistled quietly. [i]You have to admit, he's efficient, for a slimeball.[/i] Roan didn't acknowledge the comment, instead adding, just as agitated:
[i]You need to get out of sight, he'll be coming for us too.[/i]
[i]Duly noted.[/i] she severed the link quickly, not wanting to take the risk that Bracknell would be monitoring her activity. He knew she had come to Coruscant to go over a potential new treaty deal with some of the Senators and if she wasn't careful he would find her sooner than she would have liked. Granted, they had suspected Bracknell for some time and so she and Roan were more prepared than the others, but they couldn't afford to take any chances. Roan was on his own until it was safer for them to move around in the open again.