Anderson is not used to sharing sleeping space, and although like she said, she isn't about to complain, she'll be silently hugely grateful for the private quarters. Sleep is one of the few times she fully shuts out all other minds and leaves the quiet to herself. In an ironic sense, her nightmares are one of the few things that are entirely her own.

She thinks better of him for wanting to negotiate their moral lines ahead of time, and feels a belated, fierce satisfaction in her decision to save him. Anderson is almost never wrong about someone, but she rarely gets to stick around and see how much she was right.

Right after accepting the sleep shirt, she jerks back in alarm at the shrieking astromech. Of course, she can't feel inorganic minds, so droids can really take her off-guard. Anderson lets out a long breath as she waits for her heartbeat to slow down again.

"Right," she says suspiciously, eyeing the astromech with palpable wariness. "If you say so. Look, I went through a lot to get here -- I'm not going to throw it away now," she adds, in case R0-D4 needs to hear it from her directly. Who knows how droids work? To Anderson, they're an irritating mystery.

To Rex again, she says, "Let's get some rest and talk business tomorrow. I think we both know money's not going to be our only motive."