Young Solo had stuffed her little project into a pouch on her belt and took the task at hand: meeting her fellow ORH members. Cairo greeted each person with a faint, slightly coy smirk. She took the task Rusty had given her seriously for this voyage and boarded Tec's craft with well-hidden excitment.

Cairo touched her chin in touch to Jerusha's question. She spoke with the slight cool drawl that every natural born Corellian had---espically the smugglers--- "Should be simple enough. Programming the unit to dispence out enough food to fulfill the animal's daily diet wouldnt be hard at all. I can tweak it for ya, if ya want."

"i guess i can handle that," Han said, almost hurt that Tec, the young one didn't choose him, sicne he had mroe experience.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Cairo couldn't help but steal a glance at Han Skywalker...she thought he had to be a very ambitious person to try to beat her father's record...and her sister's record as well, who had matched thier Dad's. She shruged and set her eerie Bormean gaze back on Jerusha, listening to her reply... <!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"By the way, Cairo, in case you're wandering, i was bored."

*Han smiled.*

"I don't mean to take Han's record from him. We've known each other too long for that. However, we do get competitive sometimes. If you see him around, tell him his buddy Han says hi."

Jerusha smiled appreciatively at the young woman. "That would be very kind of you, whenever you have the time. I know how to pilot my ship and do the necessary repairs, but I'm afraid my main ability is dealing with animals, not machines." She tried to draw Catana into the conversation by asking, "Have you ever had any pets before?"

Cairo smiled back at Han and nodded, "I'll do that."

She looked back at Jerusha, "I'll get to it right after we do this mission, if thats good for you, kid." Cairo seemed to speak like her father more and more lately...it was just inherited, she supposed.

Rusty boarded, taking a seat behind Han, and next to Cairo. He awaited Tec's opinions on the mission. He smiled to Cairo

"Hope you're faring well, m'lady."

Dravin boards the freighter and takes seat in the passenger compartment. He remains quite, listening to those around him.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Cairo had sat down with the others and awaited the start of the mission with high antisipation. She smiled over at Rusty, also waiting. <!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"I'm faring quite well, good Sir.", <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> she replied cooly, leaning back in her chair and getting comfortable. <!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"By the way, Boss...just in case this freighter does decide to kick the bucket while we're on this mission...", <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> she pulled a multi-tool off her belt and twirled it around before slideing it back in its place on her belt---looking more like a sharp-shooter cowgirl than a mechanic, for a moment.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Rusty smiled and then looked around, noticing Dravin in the back. Rusty pointed to a chair near him and Cairo

"Come and join the group, my padawan. I know I told you to be cautious, but I didn't say be unsociable."

Rusty smiled to Cairo

"And again, m'lady, I inform you that my name is Rusty, not Boss."