Ibtisam sits herself down on the floor. When she's nervous she tends not to notice the signs that she should drink something, but with nothing else going on she decides to swallow from a flask anyway. The air in the submarine is drier than is ideal for her.

"Oh, no. I've spent years on human bases and ships. They're much better designed than this!" At least, Rebel and Imperial humans. But Rebels usually have other species pitching in, and Imperials standardize everything and throw credits at problems. Things have to go quite extravagantly wrong to fail this thoroughly. "Still, I've got to stick up for my people. Cala engineering is the best in the galaxy."