"They rarely do." A throw-away response, much more of her attention on the scopes and the space outside the canopy, practiced eye searching for lights that move far too rapidly to be planets or stars. Beneath it her teeth have started to grind, thoughts adding up in much the same way as they are for Cody.
Diplomatic meetings, with a people who insisted on only a small force and that Republic ships were to be grounded during negotiations ... they'd said it was a test of the Republic's good intentions ... Thera slides the comm frequency to the 'official' channel, listening for any sign they've noticed the Nocturne lifting off. Not so far, or if they have Space Traffic Control isn't screaming at them to come back.
She returned to the mystery sounds, frowning a little. "I'm now getting multiple signals, maybe ship-to-ship comms." A pause and long exhale, relaying the co-ordinates. "They're either coming here or they're using the 'no-fly' restriction to get somewhere else. Focus on getting that message to Kenobi. If anything abrupt happens, I can handle it until your hands are free again."
