"It could be worse," Gola says, reaching up to rub at a smear of soot across his forehead "We've got all the replacement parts on hand, and most of the wiring isn't too beaten up. It'll take time to finish it up well, but if we need to get moving we can get something workable patched together."

The lieutenant makes every effort not to look toward Thrawn, but his gaze creeps in that direction once or twice before being forcibly redirected to the General.

Thrawn merely watches, saying nothing.