[She squares him - his mask, anyway; perhaps that is his face - with a brief look and then turns, her hand still sturdy at the back of the pilot's chair. Her hand is quite rough. There are white scars across the dark skin of her knuckles.]

We are the last ship, Empress.

[The girl's dark saucer eyes flicker, her narrow mouth thinning with regret.]

Then we can't use the environment pods. Very well, Captain.

[The woman produces a small square device from the sleeve of the bulky robe she wears. With the click of a button it begins to hum, a band of light along the edge hissing with some kind of energy. She sets it casually, her hand across her wrist with the box's light band directly gently toward Anakin.]

Vacate the controls and I will nothing to harm either of you. My Empress desires your safety.