She turns away from Han, definitely not in a huff. "I will be entering the coordinates."

"Oh really? Why don't you just take over the piloting too while you're at it, just make yourself right at home!" He calls after her, half-distracted by squinting into the access panel. 

"Perhaps I will."

He jerks away to yell at her back, "That was not an actual suggestion! -oh hey, kid. Lieutenant." He frowns at Luke, and then turns to close up the panel he was looking at, before striding up into the ship after the Emperor's Right Hand. 

Luke follows behind them, doing his best to get a glimpse at the co-ordinates Vader enters.

She isn't doing much to hide them. Looks - imperial space, probably, though not frequented.

Luke hasn't quite lost his nerve yet- Vader didn't kill, or torture, the pilot of this ship, even though they could have stolen it from him afterwards perfectly fine.

"This doesn't seem like how being arrested for treason goes. Sir."

"Well, neither of us has been arrested yet," she says. 

...Her voice is flat but Luke is pretty sure she's amused. 

He settles down in the co-pilots seat.

"Why didn't you arrest me?  Or just shoot me down, for that matter?  I'm not the first TIE squadron commander to defect in battle."

She glances back towards Han.

There is no Han apparent - he's somewhere near the back of the ship, around the engines, with the other presence aboard. 

"I knew your biological mother," she says, stiffly, after a rather long pause.

"How'd you figure that out?  i don't even know her name, I didn't think it was on any paperwork."

"Many things can be sensed in the Force, including identity and in some cases relation. But I - met you, as an infant. You feel the same, still."

"It must be cool, to be able to just sense things like that.  Were you... close to my biological mother?"

Her posture and tone of voice stay the same. They're mechanical. Forcibly even.

"Yes," she says, and there's a world of pain in that word.

Luke is not oblivious enough to fail to notice that Vader would probably like to drop this topic.

"Well, thanks for helping me out.  Uh, it seems like you have some sort of plan, so, tell me how I can help with that and I'll do my best."

He pauses.

"I don't consider the... situation... that I just... caused... to be my best." he says, a bit awkwardly.

Her breath rasps for a bit, then: "Turning points in life are rarely our best moments."

"My plan is still formulating."

"How well can you lie?"

He thinks about it for a moment.

"Well, I can lie alright if I've got it pre-planned but I'm terrible at coming up with lies on the spot, and I've never tried to lie to anyone who was specifically on the lookout for lies."

Slow nod, and there's a considering air about her. 

"Well, uh, I guess I'll leave you here to figure out the plan?  And probably go try to talk to the guy who's ship this is."

Awkward stiff nod. "You are dismissed."

Luke heads down towards the engines to look for the pilot.

He finds the pilot just outside the engine room, grumbling mostly-wordlessly to himself while he pokes around in a panel there.

"Is there anything I could be helping with, since we seem to be commandeering your ship?" he asks when he sees the pilot.