When she walked into the lounge after waking, she could hear Billy cursing and 2V begging that it not be dismantled. She ventured into the cockpit to find Billy scrutinizing the chart.

"There, we'll put in to Corellia 2 Station. Do you think we can make it that far once repairs are made, 2V?"

"Yes, Master," the droid answered sounding not too pleased.

"Okay, get back to the engine room and prepare for full stop."

"What's wrong?" she asked slipping into the co-pilot seat.

"2V, coming out of hyperspace." The ship seemed to stop in deep space. "We're losing fuel," he explained.

"Do you think I'm 16? I've heard that line before, and Palloran warned me you'd try to use it," she snarled. "Now get this tub moving."

"What are you talking about?" He asked confused then shifted gears. "2V, you're taking a spacewalk."

"Running out of fuel? You couldn't come up with an original idea? And, getting 2V off the ship?" She crossed her arms over her chest and glared. "I'm not even attracted to you."

Billy furrowed his brow at her. "Yes you are. Anyway, we blew the coil sealant and have lost fuel. This baby's been sitting idle for three years. I should have anticipated this. 2V can replace the coils and sealant but we need to refuel, and Corellia 2 Station is the closest port." He didn't notice she didn't hear a word he said. He was busy ensuring they wouldn't drift into the gravitational pull of a star while the engines were off line. "Who are you?"

The growl warned him too late of the following blow, which landed harmlessly on his shoulder. She could hit hard for such a small person. "What was that for?" He shook his head as she stormed out then moved his arm to relax the muscle that took the brunt of her ire. Women made no sense to him. He turned his focus back to the emergency at hand. 2V was in the sealed airlock. Billy depressurized the area and opened the outer door.

Anya paced around the lounge, down the corridor, past the airlock, into the crews quarters, around the crews quarters, into the corridor, down the corridor, into the cargo hold, around the cargo hold, out into the engine room, about face, back into the corridor, back to the lounge - repeat.

How dare he claim she was attracted to him! For good measure, she kicked the bunk he had slept in when she passed through the crew's quarters again. Who was he to take it upon himself to TRAIN her? She did notice that 2V had indeed laundered Billy's Imperial uniform. And now she was stuck drifting in deep space alone with him. She could hear 2V's magnetized feet walking on the bulkhead.

What she needed was another woman to talk to, preferably one who knew him and could explain him to her. She stopped pacing. She had her two brothers and sister. His sister was dead; he had no family at all left. She suddenly felt very sad for him and sat. It was sometime before she noticed she was sitting on his unmade bunk.

"Cipher Nine, I'm sorry I hit you," she told him returning to the bridge.

He flashed a distracted smile. "You didn't hurt me."

"Maybe not, but it was unbecoming behavior. Is there anything I can do to help?"

He thought a moment, "Not at this time. It's all up to 2V"

"Is he capable?" She asked craning to look out the window. She could just see the droid working below and left of the cockpit.

"Yes, he's programmed for all ship's maintenance." He smiled again. "Sort of a Renaissance droid. What do those two readouts say?"

"The left says 10 and the right says 11." She realized the severity of their situation. "Any fuel left?"

"It's enough to make it to Correlia 2 Station."

"You wouldn't disassemble 2V, would you?" She was relieved when he shook his head.

"He's too valuable. He keeps everything in order and functioning. A full crew compliment wouldn't be as efficient as 2V. C2 isn't programmed to make these kinds of repairs."

"The right one is still dropping. It's at 10.5 now," she noticed.

"Keep an eye on it. 2V is working on that coil now. Who are you?"

"Slicer 18 Imperial Intelligence, and stop asking me that," she told him surprised at her own lack of anger.

"I don't have to anymore," he told her then flashed her one of his grins. "What do the pressure gauges say?"

"They are starting to rise; the left reads 16 and the right reads 15."

"Very good, 2V. Come back inside," he said over the com-link to the droid; then to Anya, "Tell me when they are back up to 27."

It took a while for the pressure to build back up. When the tanks reached optimum pressure, he told 2V to fire up the engines. "Let's go get some fuel."

Soon they were underway again. "Will this delay make us late for the rendezvous?" she asked.

"No, I wasn't pushing her because the boys have a time-consuming detour. Once we're full again, we'll just increase speed." He leaned back in the captain's chair and sighed. "As a matter of fact, the station affords an unexpected opportunity."

"What's that?"

"It's a secret. I'm hungry." he stood and left the bridge calling for 2V.

She groaned. She thought they had been making communication headway. Apparently not. "I'm hungry too," she admitted and followed.