Caimeag gains the trust of a lieutenant, her story enforced by her ragged and dirty clothes. The lieutenant welcomes her and leads her around. She balks a little when she sees a familiar face. The mechanic.
Caimeag finds out that someone is wanting passage to Dagobah and volunteers herself, a hood obscuring her features. “Tell them to meet me on my ship dawn tomorrow.”
Caimeag, still hooded, meets the young man that wanted a ride. “This way,” she leads him to her ship, but it’s different from the one he’d fixed as she’d traded ships to avoid detection on Naboo, and she disguises her voice.