...And contains some unpleasantly familiar faces. 

Including a muzzled Totally Normal House Cat (who's very grouchy about this).

And her erstwhile thief. (Who was the last one holding the orb before they got arrested.)

Yyyeah not going to get into whatever is going on with that weirdass cat gang. Ash has more important things to worry about right now. She can get revenge when she's rich.

"Hey. Thief girl. Where is it?"

Grumpily: "Wherever they put prisoners' belongings."

"They keep them on site," says the weirdass cat who isn't muzzled. "Because they're lazy idiots."

"Done this before, have you?"

"I," she says, grandly, "Have broken out of over three dozen prisons - in the Empire alone."

"You get caught that often?"

...Mrrr.

Snrk.

"You got caught right alongside us, missy."

Slow, quiet smirk.

"Oh what, like getting arrested was part of your master plan? Bullshit."

She laughs. "I'm not staying here for long, either. And the orb is more secure than it was." Light shrug. 

"Yeah, about that. How'd you find out I had it?"

She considers for a moment before pretty clearly deciding 'fuck it.' "I was sent to stake out potential buyers - I know Tivan's interested. It's not too hard to figure out who his middlemen are." (It's insanely hard to untangle the high value trade network; the Ravagers have tried and failed to cut out middle men before, and the Tivan Group keep that information on tight lockdown.)

"And you matched the height and gait of the person who took it from the temple, and the timing was right if you came straight to unload it, given what I could tell from recordings of your ship."

"So you're just a stalker."

"I prefer 'intelligence agent.'"

"Professional creep."

"And good at what I do."

"You really shouldn't sound so proud of yourself."

"Especially for a lackey of Ronan."

Her expression turns more serious. "I don't work for him anymore."

"Easy to say."