Etain just stays in her relaxed pose and doesn't bother answering. Time for her part.

It's not long until the inspector with a pair of stormtroopers flanking him walks into the cargo bay before stopping to survey her, eyebrows raised when he sees the lightsaber. "Surely you have more, ah, interesting things to do?"

She shrugs carelessly. "If the owners of the ship want to pay me an absurd amount of money for a milk run, who am I to argue? Money's money. Speed it up so I can get back to my nap, would you?"

The inspector gives her an annoyed look before choosing a crate that she--very gently--mentally pushes him to. Said crate being one in which the things they did not want him to see were well-hidden in the bottom.

And again with a similar crate. Although once he's done with that one she unfolds her arms to disguise the motion of her hand before making a show of stretching. "You've probably checked enough."

"I think I've seen enough," he agrees, motioning the stormtroopers to follow him out. "Stay out of trouble, mercenary."

"Will do," she says, tossing him a mock salute with a pair of fingers.

After she's sure they're gone, she speaks up again. "Let's get going, shall we?"

Lest the man realize that he didn't do as good a job as he should have and decides to return.