"Can do. I'm almost willing to bet there's some kind of dirt in here, if only because those young tough-wannabes had very loose lips."

Kanan tosses off an easy salute, sliding into the passenger seat and starting to dig through the flimsiplast and datacards that are all tucked away inside what some careless rich kid assumed was a safe place.

He lets out a low whistle at some of what he finds, pausing to strap himself in, because he'll be less effective at searching if he gets flung out of his seat.