Bastila takes a deep breath, and hopes she’s picked the right choice.

”I realised you probably have no idea where we’re going,” she says, and sits next to Rev- the woman, on the bunk. 

"Not at all."

“The closest place I could find where we could disappear for now was Nar Shaddaa. It’s not the safest place, but we need to lie low, see if anyone knows you’re- uh, I mean, see if it’s safe. To head to a Jedi enclave.”

"Knows I'm what?"

“Uh. Well.” Bastila nervously rubs her hands together. “Alive.”

"That's likely to be in question?"

“I- Well...” Bastila bites her lip, considering. “Where I took power from you, where you lost your memories...someone was trying to kill you. And she’ll wonder if she succeeded.”

She nods, seriously.

"And if she knows that - at least the body is still alive - she might try again?"

“Exactly. We need to make sure you’re safe, and then we can go to the Jedi, see what we have to do to stop her.”

"Alright - that makes sense."

“I am pretty all right at planning missions.” Bastila ducks her head. 

Laugh. "Seems it to me."

"I'll probably want to figure out a name before we get there, too, though?"

Bastila nods, eagerly. “That’s a good idea. Your other name- your name from before, that’s too well known.”

"I don't think I'd want it, anyways. I'm not her."

Bastila’s smile feels much more real, and she can feel how genuinely the woman next to her means that. And it’s such a relief that she does feel that way.

 “Then what name should I call you?”

She thinks for a bit.

"Ri-Sei."

Bastila holds out her hand. “It’s really good to meet you, Ri-Sei. I’m Bastila.”

She shakes Bastila's hand, grinning ear to ear.

"It's really good to meet you, too."

And in that moment, Bastila knows she made the right choice.

Its with a little regret that she takes her hand back. “I better make sure we’re going to sneak in without attracting any unwelcome attention.”

"Alright. Can I help?"

“Would you like to? I could...show you?”

"I'd like to."

“Come with me, then.”

Bastila leads the way back to the cockpit. 

She follows, hands trailing near controls.

This feels - familiar.

She thinks she's the sort of person who likes to fly, maybe.

She is. She’s one of the best pilots that the Jedi have ever had, and that’s even without using the Force.

 “Maybe you’d like to fly us in? I’m a terrible pilot.”