Harma got up and stood there unapologetically in her birthday suit holding her lightsabers. She stroke a pose. "I wasn't planning on leaving the ship till night fall, I don't do that heat. The goddess sure as hell didn't design this planet for human life. So you the guy that's going to fiddle with my navcom so I can get away from this batshit crazy galaxy to a more sane one? Can't leave right away, expecting a delivery. Just need a guarantee that there aren't any Mandalorians." She stroke a pose. "You know you can look if you want."