Sarah shrugged, evidently unconvinced, but she was willing to let the matter slide for now. After all, she was trying to restore a Battleship. People were entitled to some secrecy, surely. Well, probably not, but she'd weasel the truth out of the armoured-one later. It really wasn't that difficult, apparently. She hadn't managed to get much out of him yet but, hey, eventually... Law of averages and so on. Despite her mental rambling, the Rogue was still alert enough to catch Jasmine's look. Not that it was any great feat of observation, a blind man could've seen that curiosity. Assuming he wasn't completely blind. Perhaps one eye. Anyway; she was getting off track.
"This thing?" She queried absent-mindedly. "It's just a ship. Take a look if you like." Sarah passed the computer to Jasmine with actions far too delicate for something of its manufacture. She ignored the drone for now, staring at the Gallian intently. Maybe she knew something about it... Someone had to.
The was always Plan B. Sarah really didn't like Plan B.
