Beryl snorted. "Oh, I thought you and Ryshana were supposed to be servants. Or staff. Or some sort of employees of 'Mr. White.'" She paused. "Still, 'slave' sounds like a better deal than 'wife' though," she added, rolling her eyes. "Sure he'll fill us all in on the details when he gets back from chatting with our friendly neighbourhood Imperial Dreadnaught Captain."
Veni, Vidi, Velcro. (I came, I saw, I stuck around)