You nod to EMily and bring out your comm-unit, showing her the frequency while you start walking back to the ship. You warn EMily that the transmissions are quite well encrypted, that being a rather useful feature in certain parts of the galaxy. When someone behind you asks to tag along, you turn to see a woman with a stringed instrument, it reminding you of a particularly head-ache inducing mission early in your career. You are tempted to refuse, but instead look over at EMily with a questioning look.