Kijani looked up and up at the Millennium Falcon, staring openly. Her mouth was twisted into a small frown. [i]This[/i] was their ship? Was it too late to find someone else? She was not impressed.

"Adam, are you quite sure about this?" She managed to whisper before their pilot appeared. 

"Ah, Mr. Solo. We were just conducting some last minute business." She tore her eyes away from the ship and smiled in a very polite way. "Your ship is very interesting." There was no polite way to ask but she had to. She fixed her gaze on Han Solo, watching for more lies or tricks.

"Are you sure this thing can get us all the way to Alderaan in a timely manner? I can't afford to have us drifting in the middle of nowhere."