Omega remains tight-lipped the rest of the trip to the hangar. The man's been forthcoming about his being a bounty hunter, but she's still wary about him. There haven't been many people outside of her friends that she's been able to trust, and given their situation, she hasn't questioned their judgment. The galaxy was a different place than it used to be.

"I'll be fine with a towel," she insists. She's not expecting much by way of clothes availability but then it's not like she's had many options even back on the Marauder. At least it's quieter inside the hangar. She tries to shake off the excess water from her uniform, reaching back to make sure that her bow is still folded and in place where she'd left it.