"Yes, it is." And Statura, Leia's sure, can figure out at least what happened. From there, how to interfere with it, ideally.

"As far as our maps are concerned, this planet has nothing on it. Knowing that wasn't true...it's a good choice." At least, if they're not about to be haunted by angry Force ghosts.

"As long as you don't question me in front of the others," Leia says, shrugging, "I'll take any suggestions you have. We're a small force, smaller than the Rebel Alliance was. We can't afford losses."

Amilyn is the one that returns the bright grin. "Oh, we'll have to talk to our own insane fighter pilot about that." Leia shoots her friend a look, rolling her eyes slightly.