"Because she's Alema Rar," Jaina responded. And if we waste time trying to figure out why she does anything, we're crazier than she is."
Jag chuckled -- as he usually did whenever Jaina disagreed with Zekk -- then said, "To a degree. Does that mean you sense something?"
"Give me a chance," Jaina replied. "We just got here."
"We need time to attune ourselves to the local currents," Zekk explained. "It's not like that new ship of hers is a dark side beacon. It was just giving off a little aura before."
"So you're saying we need to make a second pass?" Jag asked.
"And probably a third and a seventh," Jaina answered. "It might take some effort to find her, but I'd bet my shirt that Alema is here."
Jag said, "I accept!" at the same time Zekk said "Okay!"
Jaina frowned, confused by their enthusiasm. "What?"
"Your bet." Zekk leered across the fuselage. "I accepted."
"Hey, I was first!" As usual, it was impossible to tell from Jag's tone whether he was joking, but Jaina thought he probably was. The only gambling she had ever seen him do involved starfighters and slim chances of survival. "The bet is with me."
"Ha, ha -- very funny," Jaina said. "What part of not interested don't you two understand?"