Biting her lip at Ben's ask, Cerie only nodded as she steeled herself. One last gentle rub at her neck, and the cast a last look to the Selonian. Otherwise occupied with Shuvin's new toy-buddy. Shuvin's buddy. Friend. Pal. Whatever he was. He had a lightsabre though, and that was waaaaay above her paygrade in terms of getting involved.

But at least she could squirrel herself across the bay toward Alderaan.

Just in time, of course, to catch in her peripheral vision the sight of the Imperial Queen of Bad Breath sail through the air on a trajectory that would intersect with Alderaan.

She didn't slow her pace... rather it quickened as she hoped to beat that furred accordion to the prize.

"Ben!!!"