I look the skiff over. It may not look like much, bit it will get the job done, I decide.
"That´s adequate." I approve. "If it goes smoothly, we will need it only for a day." I think about adding some threat if it turns out to be a wreck, but decide against. There´s no need to rub my ego here. And after all, if the skiff IS a wreck, I can always turn ugly even without forewarning.
I reach into my pocket, and give him creds in hard cash. "Ret´urcye mhi!" I bid him farewell. As we leave, I muse that if he understands mando´a, the goodbye isn´t very reassuring, meaning literaly "maybe we will see each other again."
On the way back, I try to push the skiff a bit when it is safe, to sharper turns, harder braking or higher power. I want to check if there is no hidden, dangerous fault.
"With the free trade and all, there are bound to be various guns here, among others. Will you be looking to add something to your collection?" I ask Kenno to pass the time quicker.