Hera can hear it in their voices. She keeps her eyes down, but listens attentively as she spoons her way through her mynock. She catches a few callsigns, a few comments on their dispatch schedules. Then suddenly -

"Hey, turn that up!" One of the pilots yells it toward the counter. The hall falls silent again, and the staff startle, before one of them hurries to increase the volume of the holovid screen. The dining hall is filled with the triumphant, upbeat yet overwhelming chords of the Imperial Anthem. The holo displays an enormous orchestra, likely on Coruscant, and a few of the pilots begin to loudly sing along. More quickly join in as the music continues.

"Come on!" One of the pilots turns out to the other diners, raising her glass. "Honor your Empire!"

No one else makes a sound. Hera watches their eyes flicker to one another, or down to their tables.