Kijani stirred slightly as Adam spoke, and politely stifled a yawn. “We’re here? That’s wonderful. Thank you for getting us all here safely.” She smiled, but she was clearly tense. Even here, the Empire could be readily present. She would be throwing her new allies into danger and she knew it. 

“Let’s try and keep a low profile, shall we? Hire a pilot with a good ship that will hopefully keep their mouth shut, and get off of Tattooine.” Unlike Adam, she was eager to leave. Her people needed her; the  rebellion needed her, and no matter how much she wanted to turn away from that danger, she did not have a choice. Her parents were going to be worried sick.

“Alright.” She pulled the hood tight over her head, checking herself briefly in the reflection of the speeder’s glass. “...it will have to do. Maybe as long as no one sees my face directly.”