Sharra squints out the viewport from her position in the pilot's lap.

"...big. You didn't say it was humungous."

"It's pretty big, yeah. They're housing the entire surviving population on this station. Everyone that wanted to return, anyway. Plus, all the... Whatever, they need for the reconstruction." 

"A mystery. Do you know anyone here; anyone that can help us resupply?"

"I know some people," he nods, "There's the guy who got me the job at Peragus, too. We can ask him if he's heard anything from the station." 

She leans back against his chest and stretches out her legs onto the now-locked console.

"Cool. Do you know how long we'll have to wait before we can disembark? I don't wanna stay here too long. The Hawk is still too recognisable for my liking."

"Depends on how busy it is today. Could be anywhere from fifteen minutes to a few hours, if security is feeling cranky enough. Probably half an hour, though." 

Little huff grumble.

"I guess we could play some pazaak."

He pulls his cards out of his jacket pocket, "Might be a bit challenging at this angle..."

"You're already cheating, you might as well see my cards too." Now where did she put her deck... she looks over their seat to the ground below.

He follows her gaze, "Did you drop them? The deck I gifted to you from my own stock? Did you drop them on the dirty cockpit floor?"

"Oh I'm sorry. Next time we fuck in the cockpit I'll make sure to place them very carefully in a sealed container on the other side of the room."

He taps her chin with his deck, "See that you do!" 

She shakes her head and kisses his smug face. "Republic Senate rules? Or are you keen to get me out of my shirt again so soon?"

"Hmm," he runs his hand up and then down her waist, "I'm pretty keen," he admits. 

"I've been getting better at reading you, maybe I'll even win this time."

"Guess I'll have to up the difficulty, then." He flips his cards so he can decide on his hand-

-but they are interrupted by a comm request.

"-damn, that's fast. T3, reroute it to the cockpit, would ya?" 

T3 beeps in the comms room behind them, and does as asked!

"Ebon Hawk, this is Citadel Station security. You're cleared to disembark, though we're going to need to see you at the sector seven security station before you go about your business. An officer will be by to escort you."

Sharra only pouts a little...

"Is that normal? Usually I'm able to do what I want the second I'm off a ship."

"Could be something irregular with the ship's records. Or maybe they heard from Peragus."

The station's usually pretty isolated, only really able to get messages if a ship physically brings them in through the asteroids, but maybe they'd got the place under control enough to get word to Citadel. 

He patches in to respond, "You got it, Citadel Security. We'll meet your officer in a few clicks, just gotta get things settled in here."

"Acknowledged." 

The comms disconnect.

Well then. Sharra hups out of her pilot's lap and streeeeeetches out her kinks. If she doesn't mention the concern, then nothing will go wrong!

"Have you ever had Uedan noodles? After this is settled we're finding a noodle stand and I'm having like five bowls."

"That tired of stew, huh?" He climbs out after her, stretching out his own back. The seats are pretty comfy, but they're not made of miracles.