He liked her spirit and as she turned and walked away from him, the chance that someone could finally open that door which had seemed to remain elusive was exciting and scary at the same time. Still not getting her name, it appeared that he was going to have to earn that privilege. "What time," he called out, taking a few steps toward her as she neared the opened doorway, the hangar doors open to allow in the cooler evening air.

His family back home never wanted him to leave, but having no other options and with what the Corellian Engineering Company had done to him, there was no other option. Now, he had a chance to join someone that had a goal which seemed just, especially if this story about kids being smuggled to the Jedi had any truth to it. It soon made sense that someone owning a yacht might be involved in something like that, especially if he had connections with the right people.