Tilting his helm, Jazz snorted.

"You've worked with him before, albeit not in a situation like this," and Jazz didn't mean the 'pretend to be a couple' part, "was it so unmanageable?"

Then he chuckled, shaking his helm as well.

"Meant more if none of us found out what qualities the anchor would need and we'd need to switch at the last moment. But I guess you'd figure it out before then, if we didn't already know?"

Jazz sure hoped so, if they hadn't been successful in obtaining the information now contained in the datapad already.