Kijani inhaled slow, weighing her options. If it was her father - if he had somehow managed to escape the destruction of their home - then she would live every day in guilt for not going to him. For not trying. If her father was there, and she didn't go to him, and he died... what kind of ruler did that? 

"...if I was the one in that cell, my father would come for me. I know this is crazy, Han, but I have to do it. If I don't, I'll spend the rest of my life wondering... what if?" She wanted to rub her face, but the helmet prevented that. 

"Alright. So we're in the main corridor, here, right?" She pointed to the map. "It looks like there's a smaller, service corridor mostly used for the droids and repair engineers. If we're trying to get there without being seen, this is our best bet. I think." 

She looked up at the two men. "Sound good?"