It's been several hours since you left Kiffu behind. Ahji Dar was piloting the Woenid Nexus
during the escape. There was some trouble getting out of the system, but Ahji Dar sped past a Destroyer and hit hyperspace before the TIE Fighters scrambled. You hit hyperspace for... well, you're not sure where Ahji Dar is taking you, really.
Outside the viewport you see stars streaming past. The ship has some incredible stabilizers, you barely feel the ship moving. You're in the very nice lounge with Jojee, Amarath, Hosk and Serzhant. Serzhant has evidently been assigned to be the group's butler, and has been working hard to get food and drink for all of you.
How are you feeling, Ladro?
Serzhant asks, "Is there anything else you need, gentlebeings?"
Amarath is reclined on the sofa under the viewport. She looks incredibly relaxed, feet up on the low table in front of the sofa, hands behind her head, "Where are we sleeping, Sarge?"
Jojee, who's sitting at the table drinking some klava (she really likes this brew), "Wait. How long are we going to be on this ship? Ladro?"
In that tinny voice, Serzhant answers, "The Captain requested that I ensure your comfort. We have two available single-bunk crew quarters. All other housing has been converted for other uses since the crew of the Nexus does not require quarters. Or sleep. Or personal items...."
Hosk is mostly pacing, not angrily, he just doesn't seem to want to sit down, "No karking way I'm bunking with them!"
He points a stubby finger at Amarath, then Jojee. "I'll grab a sofa.""That's unwise, sir. Studies show that Bothan sleep patterns are drastically affected by the day night patterns, and the lounge lighting does not follow that pattern."
With a grin and a waggle of her one remaining brow, Amarath says, "I'll be happy to share a bunk with Jojee. I'm... rather flexible like that."
Jojee looks at you, then Amarath, then you, "Uhm, what? Ladro, where...? Are we staying on this ship?"
What do you do?