Leyla hesitated for a moment. It had been a long time since she had worked with anyone. Since the purge she had survived by keeping to herself and working alone, keeping distant from people as best she could. You couldn't be betrayed or blindsided if you never relied on anyone. Cleo did make a good point though. She had never been to Tatooine and without contacts and with only a few thousand credits her only option for leaving would be to stow away on another ship, a difficult prospect considering the small tramps that frequented these outlying worlds. There was also the matter of the Imperials. She trusted that Taben's inflated sense of importance, at having been privy to some sort of nebulous black op, would keep his mouth shut for a while, but the temptation to brag would eventually get the better of him. If she wasn't off planet by then it would mean trouble, it wasn't as though there were hundreds of Pantorans to choose from afterall.

"Deal," she said, thrusting her hand out and shaking.

"Our Imperial friends appear to have made good on their end," she said as she heard the sound of a grav truck pulling up outside.

"Lets get this stuff where it needs to go and then get out of here."