Which rules them out, because if they have it, they're either going to use it for themselves or sell it at skyhigh prices. I don't have enough credits.

( She's absolutely thinking of the private companies, much moreso than the guard. Jaina purses her lips, squaring her shoulders in determination. )

So rigging that thing we came through might be our only ticket out, then. A wormhole? Singularity?

( This is—a lot. To process. )