Alright, get those crates offloaded before the maintenance droids start making noise about clogging the lanes.

Tell your boys to keep the noise down. Temple's got enough going on without a full battalion stampede.

You say that like we're the ones who trampled the last shipment of med supplies.

That was one time.

I'm just saying, if we'd pushed the cruiser a little harder, we could have made it back in half the time.

And if we'd pushed the cruiser a little harder, the hyperdrive would've torn itself apart. Again.

That was—no, that was once.

Master Kenobi had to file the report for that.

He volunteered.

I volunteered because you were too busy convincing the navigator that a shortcut through the Outer Rim would be 'fun.'

—not my problem. Get your own caf.

Every time. Every single time. I cover your patrol shift and suddenly you don't owe me anything.

You covered one hour. One.

One hour in the lower levels. That's worth at least two cafs.

It's worth half a ration bar, at best.

I'm reporting you to the commander for emotional damages.

You'd have to find him first.

He said something about meeting the returning generals. Probably doing something official. You know how he gets.

Hey. Hey, Echo. They've got their own caf drama.

Everyone's got caf drama. It's the only constant in the galaxy.

We should get them mugs that say 'I survived the lower levels.'

That's not a thing.

It should be.

Do you think the Guard ever actually leaves Coruscant?

They patrol the lower levels. That's worse than half the war zones we've seen.

So they just… stay here. In the city. Every day.

Someone has to.

Let's debrief first. Then you can both argue about who's more tired.

I never said I was tired.

You yawned in the lift.

That was for effect.

You almost walked into a door.

I was checking the structural integrity.