Rustbuckets will never go out of style.
Leenic sighed and sat down on the floor, keeping a good distance between himself and the eggs. He waited for Payton to get out of earshot before drawing his blaster, inspecting it, and turning to Red. "So, are we gonna talk about it?" He asked, pointing his pistol at the ceiling and looking down the sights. "And before you ask what 'it' is I mean the girl. She's a rebel, right? And we work for the Zweihander Union, formerly known as the IMPERIAL Directorate." He set his blaster down on his lap and turned his attention back to Red. "Those could have been our troops that were chasing this girl, and if the Admiral finds out that we were just chilling with a rebel he would have our heads. Or our contracts, I don't know which one is worse." He waited a second to see if his joke landed before moving on. "Point is, Red, that we can't just sit here with a Rebel. Now, the Union might pay us handsomely if we bring her in alive soooo...." He pointed at himself, then Red, then his blaster, then to where Payton went, and finally gave a thumbs up to Red. "So, sir, you in?"