"You're an ass," Chessa muttered, glowering at Uster.

"You were drooling on my shoulder, and you were snoring," Uster said, not a hint of remorse in his voice.

Chessa was indignant, to say the least "I do not snore!" She snapped.

Uster shrugged "I know what I heard."

Chessa pulled a face at him. He stared impassively back. At least, that's what Chessa assumed he was doing, the helmet made it so hard to tell. For all she knew, he was making faces right back. Eventually, Chessa sighed and sat down on the rock, staring out at the ocean.

"So, any ideas on how we get out of this?" She did not turn to face him as she spoke, she just kept her eyes locked on the horizon.

"Regrettably, no," Uster said, seating himself down next to her.

"Damn," was all she said, then she lapsed into silence. Her face was furrowed in thought, and she rested her head in her right hand.

Uster frowned, Chessa seemed distant and surly, a marked difference from yesterday. It was a little troubling, and he was worried for her. He needed to find something to distract her.

He spied a flash of red poking out from underneath the glove on her right hand "What's that?" He asked, pointing it out.

Chessa looked down "Oh, tattoo." She pulled the glove off and showed him the back of her hand. Marked on the back of her wrist was a red, three-peaked mountain. In a sudden reversal of her previous mood, she flashed Uster a pleased grin.

Uster leaned in closer to examine it "It's…nice. What is it?"

Chessa shot him an unimpressed look, as if the answer was obvious "It's the symbol of the Onderronian Resistance. Y'know, from the Clone Wars?"

Uster nodded "Ah. Yes, I remember hearing of them. Though, I think you're a little young to have been a member."

"Well, I am, yeah, but my aunt was in it," Chessa said, proudly "I even have her uniform!"

"Very impressive."

"What about you? Did any of your family serve in the Clone Wars?" Chessa asked.

Uster shook his head "Can't say that they did. My family kept our heads down, stuck to farming."

The two settled back into silence, but the mood was notably lighter than what it had been before. Uster nodded to himself, pleased.

"Wait, is that a boat?" Chessa stood bolt upright, her eyes wide and staring off into the distance.

Uster followed her gaze, and sure enough, there was a boat sailing in the distance. From the looks of it, a simple fishing boat, probably only crewed by a small handful of beings. It wasn't much, but it was a prospective rescue vehicle. It was a ways off, but if the two of them could get its attention somehow…

"Do you have a flare gun? A blaster pistol? Anything?" Chessa asked, grabbing onto Uster's arm.

Uster was surprised, he had thought that the Rebel pilots would have been better equipped. Especially after Chessa's earlier digs "Don't you?"

Chessa suddenly looked embarrassed. Her face went red and she turned her gaze down to her feet "I…lost it when I crashed."

Uster tilted his head down at her.

"Don't you say a kriffing word!" Chessa hissed, jabbing him in the chest with one finger.

Uster rolled his eyes "Unbelievable," he muttered as he unholstered his sidearm and held it out to her.

Chessa shot him a look, before taking the offered blaster. She raised the pistol to the sky and fired three times.

"Think they heard that?"

"There's no wind, no noise, they might have," Uster said with a shrug.

"Maybe if we jump up and down and yell?" Chessa suggested.

"You're welcome to try."

Chessa glared at him "You want to keep your pride, or do you want to get off this rock?"

Uster was silent for a moment "Hard to say."

If at all possible, Chessa's glare intensified "Need I remind you that I'm holding your blaster?"

Uster sighed.

"Hey! Hey!"

"Over here!"

"Rescue us, dammit!"

They kept at it for a solid minute, before resting.

"You think they saw that?" Chessa asked, looking at User, her eyes wide and hopeful.

"We can only hope…"

And then, the boat began to turn towards them.