It’s barely a laugh, bit-lipped and suppressed, but it’s been acknowledged. ‘NO I’M JUST– they’re certainly scraping the bottom of the bacta tanks for cheerleaders. GOD DAMN.’
Oh, but he doesn’t acknowledge her quip, and frankly he doesn’t really care. She can laugh all she wants, once she’s behind bars and he can actually get round to getting the more important aspects of his duty done.
