Urf. Hera rolled over onto her front, splayed out on her bunk. She must really be sick to have a stomach-ache– Twi’leks were known to have tough stomachs. She had known that traveling through sewers was a risky venture, but it was better than risking being sighted on the streets. Now, though, she was paying the price of that decision. She wanted to move onto the next part of their plan, to work with the data they got; but she was in no shape to be doing any of that at the moment.
At a knock at her door, she glanced up. “Come in.”