She chuckled softly in response to his query, responding teasingly: 
"Well now that you ask, yeah...I totally COULD make your head explode...you know, if I wanted to." she cleared her throat, quickly ammending the statement with another in its place. "Not that I would, of course. I AM capable of settling an argument without resorting to screaming." though soon the joke had dissipated and the topic became slightly more serious. She sighed, shifting her weight to lean back slightly, her right shoulder leaning against the wall while the other stayed touching his. "It's...a lot easier than it seems, once you get used to it. You don't think about it, it just happens." Aria glanced sideways at him, colour flushing into her cheeks as his thumb began to trace over her hand, though the contact was oddly soothing and helped her calm her frayed nerves, so she made no move to pull her hand away and instead just let it rest there comfortably. "Would you believe me if I told you that all the Masters said that getting us to have our first big blow up was the trickiest thing? You already did the hard part on your own. Took MONTHS of them taunting us and picking at our every insecurities at the Academy to make most of us snap like that. Now you just need to learn how to harness it." she promised, again, to help him with that; and followed with reassurance that the fact he had saved Janika and Manso was VERY important. 

Her gaze turned briefly to the ceiling as he relayed his worries of her trusting him. "Hey, you think that was going to scare me off?" she snorted, shaking her head. "You'll have to do better than that..." more quietly, she added: "You haven't even seen the worst side of ME, yet. I think....I think it would terrify you, if you ever did find out those things." Their eyes met briefly again before Yerbol looked away and asked how she was coping with everything. That, she had to think about for a moment.
"I...I think so." she mumbled, biting her lip as she continued:"Listen, a-about what happened at the Academy, I'm sorry..." her weight shifted again, her hand still in his though she rolled onto one side to prop her head up on her other arm. She had already apologized before, of course, but he'd been so wrapped up in his rage she wasn't sure he'd heard her. "It was my fault. I thought it would be safer for them than the tombs and...I was wrong. I wouldn't blame you, for being angry that I put you all in that situation. I was trying to protect them...." a pause, punctuated by a heavy sigh, before she continued to voice her own worries, since he had asked: "I'm worried about my father. I think we should try and contact him, after we've met these people Neta wants us to talk to. He could help us, maybe, and I'd at least feel better knowing where he was, and that he was still alive." 
Aria knew it might be uncomfortable for Yerbol to have Roan around and so she had still phrased it carefully, to avoid making it sound like she was trying to say "we're going to do this whether you're happy about it or not" and instead more like he still had some kind of say in whether it would be carried out. 

Before he could give an answer straight away, though, Neta's voice chirruped through the comm system and interrupted them again (she seemed to have a habit of doing that, which Aria found a little annoying though she did keep that to herself, too) to announce they had touched down on the smuggler's moon. They once again had to grab their gear and join their ever-cheerful redheaded pilot who informed them they would be travelling to a somewhat seedy part of town (because they wanted to remain on the down-low, of course) to meet up with some of the 'contacts' she had mentioned. No-one else was awful keen on accompanying them after everything that had happened on Korriban, so they opted to remain on the ship and recover while Ari and Bol followed Neta's lead.

The place turned out to be as disgusting as Aria had been dreading. Her face scrunched up in a way that was oddly adorable as she grumbled, clearly unimpressed. "Couldn't you have picked somewhere less...like a cess pit?" apparently Yerbol's earlier joke about Aria having high standards that bordered on the snobbish variety wasn't ENTIRELY unfounded. 
Neta apparently found it rather amusing, patting the former acolyte on the back as she argued:
"That would defeat the point of passing under the radar, sweetheart. Come on, it'll be over before you know it. Just...hold your breath, or something." 
The contacts in question, a Chiss woman, Devaronian and human man, were as unassuming as the rest of the patrons. In fact, Aria was surprised Neta was able to recognise them in the crowd at all. 
"Over there." the pilot murmured, gesturing towards the table they had occupied right in the far corner of the bar. Still grumbling under her breath about the state of the place, Aria followed behind Neta as the trio made their way over.