Braedug nodded in agreement, then quickly re-assumed his cheerful demeanor.

"Well alright then, no use worrying until we can do something about it. Let's go see our employers, and maybe get a drink while we're at it,"

Braedug flicked on his comlink, and pulled his blaster pistol from a case on the wall. He concealed it under his jacket, just in case. Braedug then activated the panel by the ramp, and stepped out into the landing bay.