Yeah, well. That’s one right nobody’s ever been able to take away from me.

APHRA:

Wait, what? You know I can hear you, right? Are you guys just…

debating politics now? Snooze, Sana, I expect better of you!

SANA STARROS:

Shut it, Aphra!

PRINCESS LEIA:

So what would you do with Doctor Aphra, if you were in my shoes?

SANA STARROS:

I’d make her talk.

PRINCESS LEIA:

And if you couldn’t, no matter what you tried?

SANA STARROS:

Then I’d toss her into the star and be done with it. Only way to ever be sure she won’t someday come back and kill you.

Because believe me, a woman like her…that’s exactly what she’ll do.

APHRA:

This is character assassination, Sana! Darth Vader isn’t gonna like you talking about his favorite associate like that!

SANA STARROS:

Do I look like I care?

The warden locks Aphra in her cell.

PRINCESS LEIA:

You start to feel talkative, Doctor, have the warden give me a call.

Until then…enjoy the sunshine.

APHRA:

Am I really supposed to be afraid of a little sunlight? They know I work for Darth Vader, right?

SANA STARROS:

Don’t look at me. I told them to kill you.

APHRA:

Yeah, I just bet you did, Sana. Hey, I’ve got a better idea. How about you get me outta here?

SANA STARROS:

And why would I wanna do that, Doc?

APHRA:

I don’t know, for old times’ sake?

SANA STARROS:

Nice try. But our old times were never all that great.

APHRA:

Same old Sana. You always drive a hard bargain. Fine, just name your price.

APHRA (narration):

Sana went quiet then. The princess just cocked an eyebrow and wandered off—like, You deal with it.

I was hoping Sana would turn, face me, let me plead my case. I always knew how to make big, pleading boggling eyes at her—I’m proud to say I had it down to a science. And she was always a sucker for that look.

But she didn’t turn around. And she stayed silent.

I…hadn’t really had time to worry since I’d been kidnapped by the rebels. I mean, worrying isn’t something I generally do anyway, but I’d been so focused on getting out of those binders…on escaping…on finding my door…The adrenaline rush had powered me through.

Now I was stuck in a cell that was getting hotter by the second, the tiny slit of a window near the ceiling welcoming the relentless blaze of the sun.

Sweat pricked my brow. And that wormy feeling that was so foreign to me— worry—percolated in my gut.

And Sana still wasn’t saying a word.

APHRA:

Sana?

SANA STARROS:

How about you just tell these people what they want to know, Aphra?

Wouldn’t that be a lot easier?

APHRA: