Corran was about to reply to the smart arsed Mandalorian when the Zeltron suggested they go get a drink. Out of [i]his[/i] drinks cabinet no less. That the Imperials had no doubt not even bothered to refill after they had pillaged the ship! What was worse is that the other woman... whatever her name was agreed, and then left the cockpit with her. His mouth hung open as he tried to think of something to say, and then he took a moment to compose himself and merely shrugged. "Well, it's a good thing I've hidden the good stuff then." He turned to the Mandalorian woman who had made the comment. "You may think we're thick skulled and stubborn-" He pressed his thumb to his chest. "I've been smuggling from one side of this galaxy for years and only got caught when I got betrayed by someone else. We earn the right to be stubborn. As for thick skulled." He merely shrugged.

"Why do I need to learn anything else when I know all I need to know? At least I have a greater emotional range than a protocol droid. Hell, I've seen Chuckles crack better jokes than a Mandalorian. He's better company too." The little droid in the bracket let go a long tweedle as its head dome spun around as if in joy at the compliment. Corran just shrugged as he walked out of the cockpit and he turned to regard the Mandalorian. "Oh, you're also dripping water everywhere." With that he nipped into the door closest to the cockpit, his personal quarters. Sealing the door, and ensuring it would stay locked. He moved over to his desk in the corner.

Running his hand over it and under it there was a tiny indent, taking a pin he pushed it in and a nearby wall lifted up revealing a smuggling compartment. [i]One to find, one to keep[/i]. A philosphy for many things, holdout blasters, knifes, credchips. Of course he took it one step further in terms of having an easily found smuggling compartment and one that was near impossible to find. Though of course the other one wasn't [i]too[/i] easy or the Imps would find it suspicious, just enough to warrant the cessation of the search. He looked at the cargo, five sealed containers and several old deactivated battle droids. Everything was still in its place, with that he sealed the door and moved over to his cot. He toyed with the idea of taking a sip of his own alcohol, though decided against it. If they ended up going in hot he'd rather be sober, though he could probably talk his way in.

[i]Its the way out that's the problem.[/i]