INT. MAIN HOLD, THE LADY FORTUNE
Thatcher and Nomi are sitting across from each other at a small table situated in the middle of the Lady Fortune's main hold. Thatcher has taken off his trench coat, and Nomi is cradling a mug of coffee in her hands.
NOMI
Well, how detailed was it?
THATCHER
Not very. I didn't have long. But if he's smart, it should be enough.
NOMI
Don't you think you should tell our friend about this?
THATCHER
She doesn't need to know. It'll only make things worse. Besides, even if he does get through, so what? I doubt he'll find us. We should be in and out.
NOMI
So, wait, remind me; why, exactly, did you even decide to write it down at all?
THATCHER
She'd already paid me for half the job. I owed her at least that much. I don't cheat my clients.
NOMI
Okay, but now the man who wants to kill us- very badly, I might add- knows exactly where we're headed, and exactly how to get to it.
THATCHER
'We'? So you're coming along now?
NOMI
I am. And in return, you're paying me fifty percent of the remaining payout.
THATCHER
Am I? Wasn't aware of this.
NOMI
Well, now you are. The more you know, right?
THATCHER
If you seriously think I'm giving you fifty percent, you're even crazier than I thought. And after what you pulled with Ommgar, that's a hell of a feat.
NOMI
I'm sorry, I vaguely remember saving your life today, if memory serves.
THATCHER
Saving my life while I was in the middle of saving yours hardly counts. Besides, why are you suddenly so eager to come on this little voyage with us? You know as well as I do it's probably gonna end up a one-way trip.
NOMI
I'm doing it for you, believe it or not.
THATCHER
Oh, yeah. I can tell, by the way you're looking to take half my money.
NOMI
I am taking half your money. But that's not why I'm coming. I'm coming because I don't really have anywhere else to go and I'm not letting you go back to Adebra alone. It wouldn't be good for your head.
THATCHER
You a psychologist now?
NOMI
No. But I know what happened there. And how you feel about it.
Thatcher sets his jaw and looks away from her. Nomi reaches out and holds his hand with her own, stroking it with her thumb.
NOMI
You know it's not your fault.
THATCHER
Don't say that, Nomi. I'm sick of hearing it.
NOMI
It's true.
The door leading to the cockpit hisses open and Sanya steps into the hold. Thatcher and Nomi look up, and Thatcher pulls his hand away.
SANYA
Do you have a port in mind, Miss Va'Suul?
NOMI
Actually, if it's all the same to you, I was planning on tagging along.
SANYA
It's not. In fact, I very expressly told you I'd rather not have you on board.
NOMI
And if I promise to behave?
SANYA
I'm still not sure how wise it would be. This mission will likely prove extremely dangerous. I cannot ask you to accompany us on it.
NOMI
Then it's a good thing you don't have to.
Sanya sighs.
SANYA
Very well. I suppose an extra pair of hands couldn't hurt. Though I expect you not to ask questions. The nature of this mission is very secretive.
NOMI
Just who is it we're looking for here?
SANYA
That is a question.
NOMI
It's a pretty essential question, isn't it?
SANYA
Not to you. Mr. Cordell will help me track him down, then we will pick him up, and then we will leave. That is all you need to know.
NOMI
(Shrugging)
Fine. Have it your way.
SANYA
Is that... Did you make coffee?
NOMI
I've had a long day, lady.
SANYA
We only have so many food reserves on board!
NOMI
The pot's still out. Help yourself.
Sanya shakes her head in exasperation.
SANYA
Mr. Cordell, we will be coming up on Adebra in approximately six hours. Be ready.
Sanya begins walking off towards the crew quarters.
NOMI
Where are you going?
SANYA
To meditate.
NOMI
Meditate?
SANYA
Yes. As Jedi do. I'd appreciate if I wasn't disturbed. The ship is on autopilot, you needn't worry about it.
NOMI
You know, I can watch the helm, if you'd like. I know a thing or two about flying ships. My father was a military pilot, before he... Well.
SANYA
Miss Va'Suul, I don't wish to offend, but the last time I was on a ship with you, it exploded. Therefore, for the sake of caution, I'd prefer you not touch anything.
Sanya leaves.
NOMI
(Pouting)
That wasn't my fault.
THATCHER
Gotta admit, for a Jedi, she can be a little feisty. I think I like it.
Nomi looks up at him, an annoyed expression on her face.