"Sir? I think this one looks good, and it doesn't look like it belongs to the Hutts." He says in a quiet voice.

She steps up next to him, nodding. "It does."

"Find out who the pilot is."

Luke circles the ship, looking for any sign of the owner, or who they might be.  If there's nothing to be found outside, he'll try and break in.

-There's someone, half-buried inside an access panel on the outside of the ship, presumably in the middle of doing a tune-up of some kind. Unclear whether he's the pilot, but he sure seems to be affiliated with the ship somehow. Either that or he's a very bold thief. 

"Are you the owner of this ship?" Luke calls up at him, when he sees him.

There's a quiet thunk as he starts and hits his head on something inside, "Kriffin-" he pulls his upper body and head out of the access panel, revealing his very greasy self to the world, "Who's asking?" He calls back, rubbing at his head with a cloth-filled hand. 

"Someone who needs a ride!" he shouts up at the man, sounding slightly annoyed. 

He drops his hand and squints down at the source of the voice, taking in the imperial pilot uniform and scoffing, "Yeah, you and everyone else on this rock, and whose fault is that?" Not that he blames the kid for wanting to get the hell off this dirtball if he's lost his fighter somehow. 

"I believe," intones a deep, mechanical voice, suddenly looming out of the shadows - seeming somehow taller than Han, despite the way she's looking up at him, "That the Lieutenant asked you for a ride."

-he drops the rag right out of his hand, and almost drops himself right off the side of the ship, catching himself at the last second, all the while making a noise like a small animal being stepped on. 

WHY is Darth Vader here?!?!

"Uh-" his eyes dart between the two of them, wide and wild, his now free hand automatically going to his blaster before he redirects it at the last second to his hip. 

"-Uh, yes, your Lordship? Sir?" Kriff this is not how he was expecting to go. "Uh, we're in the middle of some... maintenance..." Else they'd already be off this karking planet and and he wouldn't be dealing with this. 

She tilts her head, reaching out with the Force.

Then: "The maintenance can be swiftly concluded."

"Uh, yep, yeah it sure can. If you wanna just head inside and, uh, make yourself comfortable, kid- Lieutenant," he corrects himself, eyeing Vader with a look that is perhaps best summed up as 'wary', though that's definitely understating the intensity of the emotion. 

"Thanks," He replies, and heads into the ship, walking around to look at it before settling down, though he tries not to look into any especially private areas, mostly just trying to get a feel for the layout.

Pretty simple layout. Cargo space, small med bay, central area with a kitchen, table, and lounging area, 'fresher, cockpit. There are all manner of hideyholes, too, typical of a smuggler's vessel, only some of which he can spot on the way through. 

And one wookie! Who turns from where he's digging into an open panel in the wall, then asks who Luke is.

"A passenger?" Shit, why did that come out sounding questioning. "The guy outside agreed to take me offplanet once the repairs get finished."

Agreeable noise, then.

In that case he'll just continue, and when he's finished walking through the ship, he heads back towards the entry to try and overhear what the man outside and Darth Vader are saying.

...well, he doesn't have any trouble overhearing them. 

"-woah, no, no, no, don't touch that, it's delicate! We don't have time to replace it if you kark it up!" The man's shout is clearly audible as soon as Luke gets into earshot. Apparently he's forgotten his fear already. 

"I assure you, I know what I am doing. Your ship is not so complicated."

Luke has never heard Vader's mechanical voice so dryly sarcastic. 

"Not so complicated, she says," Han seems to be matching her sarcasm for sarcasm, at least. "Compared to an imperial ship she is! Just, let me-" 

"You might notice I am older than many imperial ships." Her tone could desertify a planet. She does not appear to be moving out of the way, and, in fact, the next thing that spills from her mouth is engineering talk.

...She knows a lot about ships.

"For all I know you inherited the suit, maybe there's a parade of different Vaders going around under that getup," he... well, doesn't quite mutter, it's a little loud to be called a mutter. Still, once she starts talking engineering he stops the majority of his complaining and starts engaging in the same. 

He knows... maybe a little less about ships. Not that you could get him to admit it. 

She... Is, actually, listening to him once he stops yelling. (She's still right, though.)

He waits by the entryway for them to finish up with the repairs, and once they seem to have reached the end of the repairs, pokes his head out.

"Are we ready to leave?"

Something about hearing Vader argue about ships with a random pilot seems to have calmed him, some.

"And can I know where we're going, from here?"