She sits.

"...I know where they are, and how they're keeping him, and I know what some of them look like," she says, "But I don't know much more than that. I was going to spend a while watching them when I got there, before I tried to get him out." 

"Smart.  Group of people, not just one person- an organization, or just a group of slavers?"
He's not dumb.  It definitely seems like she's reluctant to tell him something.

"I'm not sure. It didn't look like they were part of anything bigger, but they might have been keeping it quiet." She pauses, looking out at the streak of hyperspace outside the window for a few moments, and then adds, "They don't know I'm coming after them, but they might be wary of someone trying? They raided a village, the survivors might send someone, and there were Jedi on the planet at the time so it might even be them." 

"How long ago did they take him?"  He's hoping she'll be honest with him.  He suspects she will but he's had clients before who lie to him about the details and it's always ten times as hard as it would have been if he'd actually known what he was getting into.

She doesn't know for sure. She just knows she'll get there in time, before they sell him. 

"A few standard weeks ago," she settles on, "I left almost as soon as I found out." 

"Alright.  You said you know where they are and how they're keeping him- I need to know too.  And I assume you want to be part of this rescue?"  He'll have to think about how to best keep a kid safe without leaving her out of getting vengeance for her brother.

"Yeah, and- yeah. I'll show you the coordinates on the navicomp? And... they're all caged, but they've got drugs, too. That's how they're keeping him. They've got a hidden base on the planet they're using, I think they've been raiding all along Myto's Arrow for a while now."

He moves to let her reach the navicomp. 

"Do you know how to use a blaster?"

"Sort of?" She goes to the navicomp and starts inputting the coordinates she'd memorized. "I shot someone once, with someone else's blaster, but... I try not to get into fights." She is small and sneaky, and usually sticks to things that take advantage of those things, like hiding and taking detours around the people who might need to be shot.

She pulls away from the comp once she's finished, letting him look at the numbers himself before it can start doing calculations. If he knows his astrography, he'll be able to tell that the planet in question is in the north of the Outer Rim, in the Tingel Arm, and maybe he'll be able to tell it's in the Dalonbian Sector specifically, if he's memorized the sectors' coordinate margins like she has. 

"I'll teach you proper blaster safety before we land, then."

He looks the numbers over, nods, and enters it into the computer.  The computer, after taking a moment to calculate the route, estimates a 4-day journey to the planet.

"Looks like we'll have plenty of time for some training on the way."

She gives him a slightly wary smile, "Looks like," she agrees.

"Um... can I use your bathroom again?" 

"Go ahead."

He drops the ship out of hyperspace as she leaves the cockpit, returning to hyperspace along the new route a few moments later, and then leaving to go clean his weapons again.

A little while later Jamis comes to hover against the doorway of the room he's in, gripping her bag tightly and watching silently as he works, waiting for him to notice her. 

Canin glances up at her after a moment, nodding and patting the seat near him before resuming cleaning the gun he's working on.

When he's finished, he grabs a small blaster pistol and sets it between them.

"What's the first rule of using a blaster?"

She settles tentatively beside him and watches. 

The question... she's not entirely sure what sort of answer he's looking for. Dad never let her touch his blaster, and no one else who did ever told her any rules about them. 

"...Don't point it at someone you're not willing to shoot?" She offers after a moment, uncertain. 

"Close.  Always assume it's charged and the safety's off.  That means don't point it at anyone, or anything, you aren't willing to shoot."

He points to a small switch on the side.

"This is the safety.  Right now, you see the light next to it is off.  That means it's on.  If the lights on, the safety is off.  Safety on means it shouldn't shoot, safety off means it's ready to shoot.  If you aren't about to shoot someone, or something, keep the safety on at all times. Got it?"

Jamis leans over to look at the light, nodding in comprehension, "Always keep the safety on - which means the light is off - if I'm not going to fire. Got it." 

"Can you guess the two reasons why you should always treat a blaster like it's charged with the safety off?"

"The safety might not be working, or you or someone else might have left it off?"

"Both of those are true- I was thinking of the first one you said, and that the light might not be working- bulbs go out.  Ready to go learn how to shoot this thing?"

"I guess so," she reaches out to take it, checking the safety again and then keeping it pointed to... the floor, she settles on, and then looks up at... the man. Oh right.

"I'm Jamis," she tells him. "What's your name? 'Less you want me to keep calling you Captain Not-Smuggler." 

He nods approvingly when she checks the safety again, and says,

"Name's Canin.  How's the weight on the blaster feel?"

She hefts it a little, sliding off the bench and onto her feet, "I think it's alright. I could hold the other blaster fine, and it was bigger than this. Though I kind of dropped it the first time I fired it." She shrugs, "It jumped back and hurt me and I wasn't expecting it. I still hit the guy though!"

"A smaller blaster like this is better for you, since it's got less recoil and it'll be easier for you to control it.  You don't just want to be able to hold the blaster, you'll need to be able to hold it steady, if you want to get more than one shot off." He explains as they walk. "It's impressive you hit at all, the first time you fired a blaster.  If it wasn't pure luck you'll be a great shot with a little practice."

He doesn't entirely believe her, but he doesn't see any reason to make a fuss of it when he's going to see how she does with a blaster in a moment, and it's not impossible she shot someone her first time firing a blaster.

"He had almost caught me, so he was pretty close. I didn't even try to shoot him until I got stuck." Where are they going, the cargo hold?