She looked at him was he reading her mind, or reading her body language she didn't know. She looked down when he asked her what she really wanted. Her insides were twisting in indecision over what she wanted to do and what was the politically correct thing to do.
She looked at the faces of her crew all showed relief that they were together. A smile spread to her lips relieved that they were all there and alright. She stood a little taller trying to appear confident and poised. She thought about the spouses and children of her crew, she knew them, cared about them and someone had tried to take it.
She noticed he had started calling her Claire rather than m'lady, or Ambassador. She would admit it sounded better than the titles. Titles could be uncomfortable and they definitely gave the impression of particular behaviors. Countess Claire Organa would run from this hide behind the walls of her home and pray for peace. Ambassador Claire Organa would look for the politically correct action. But Claire Treadway, who she had been born, the Claire who had lived on the streets scrambling over scraps and living space. THAT Claire wanted their heads, her motto mess with mine I take yours.
She looked at the crew again she needed to get them home with their heads held high she looked at Andorreth Vikar as he left her to make her decision. He certainly knew how to throw a monkey wrench in things.
She walked towards the group, they began to talk quickly to one another. A lot of head nodding, and shaking with Claire standing there listening. Then she explained the situation. "Madam we are Alderaani we believe in peace."
Claire nodded, "I know I'm just tired of everyone thinking that because we are peaceful that they get to run all over us. Don't we ever get to fight back once?"
The Captain stepped closer, "Mam I've seen war, here's what I think. Take the ship, if they come at you with deadly force, we go at them equally." He nodded.
Claire with 5 of her crew walked towards the Armory.
She looked at Andorreth, "we've talked it over at great length. We have decided that a stronger message should be sent to anyone who decides to attack a vessel of Alderaan." It had been a discussion of ethics, culture, and policy but in the end everyone wanted to go home, and keep the safety of the galaxy. "No one here believes that killing is an answer. I...am reacting out of fear. What they could have done, what they might have done, what they've done is destroyed my ship and made accusations. We don't kill over that."
Claire might have but cooler heads must prevail.
"So..Andorreth, we are ready for the next step." He would know how to arm them.