Jaren pointed down the hall toward the bridge. "Captain and crew are over there, but things are a little tense. Seems like we took some fire from bounty hunters. They're coming aboard to haul off some marks on the ship."

While Jaren didn't have a bounty on his head, if this hunter was affiliated with the Empire he had a different sort of trouble on his hands. His mind raced to the datapad in his bag, and the information he was transporting across the galaxy. He was keenly aware of the blaster in the waist of his pants. He was no stranger to violence, but the situation at hand was unclear. All the same, he needed to make a decision now, rather than later. 

"I need to get to my bunk," he said, but as his mind whirled, he realized he might need a hand. The plan he had in mind was a two person job. "I might need a hand, though. Are you looking to make a few credits?"