Squib Games
It seemed common sense was prevailing and the time had come for them to leave.
"I'm headed to Denon," the Squib noted. He definitely was ready to get back to the trash heap. And would never complain about the occasional dianoga attack again. "But I can get a transport from Svivren or where ever you can put us off at."
No sense putting their savior any further out of her way than she'd already been.
Though, it seemed she was of a mind to return. The Squib's ears perked up at the mention. "If you're coming back here, then I'd be willing to help, but we'll need to get some parts and equipment before we come back here."
Better tracking. Better identification. And some weapon deployment designed around their enemy.
He had a couple of ideas in his head already.