M-A Dove - Lounge
Flynn nodded and stood from his seat, taking a final puff from his cigar before setting it aside in an ash tray. As soon as he stood, Chuck took the opportunity to claim prime real estate on the sofa. He began to head for his personal quarters, where he could contact his employer. Before he left the room, however, he stopped next to Errowyn and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Thank you... for saving our lives. You're worth every cent." said the smuggler quietly, nodding his head over to Chuck, who was sprawled over the entirety of the love seat, fast asleep. If it weren't for her superb flying and Spacecase's marksmanship, that Deathclaw would have flattened the Dove like a pancake. Flynn might have survived, but Chuck would never have known what hit him. And if it wasn't clear already, Flynn was rather attached to his dog/small white bear.
With that, he exited the lounge.