"They're supposed to be finding where our confiscated items are and retrieving them. We crossed paths with them earlier, and I know they've made contact with our plant, but..." Rita's gaze wanders to a far end of the large room, where the transporter is. She's sort of hoping to see them pop out of there any moment now.

"They better have made it," she grumbles, trying to conceal her nervousness with a disdainful tone. "If they don't come back soon, maybe some of us should go after them."