Across from Kanan, Hera flattens her hands on the table. The other pilots have fallen silent. The only sound in the room comes from the vidscreens. The mother who hushed her child is sitting very still, eyes down, one hand fixed on her child's shoulder. She doesn't look up as the pilot takes a step toward her, but her child does, raising her hand up in a short wave.

The pilot stands over her for nearly a minute, then abruptly turns. "You."

He's pointing to another diner, at the next table. There's a collective flinch, but the others at the table stay where they are, don't slink away. The Twi'lek he's pointing to does look up, but doesn't say anything.

"Come here." When they don't move, the pilot repeats it, this time beckoning with his free hand. "Come on, tailhead, get over here."

Very slowly, the Twi'lek rises from their seat. The pilot comes forward, clapping an arm over their shoulders and pulling them into the knot of other Imperials. He lifts a bottle from their table and shoves it into the Twi'lek's hands. "There," he says. "Why don't you teach her the words."

The bottle doesn't shake in their hands, but the Twi'lek stutters slightly as they answer. "I - I don't -"

"I said -"

The pilot's sidearm comes out. There's a gasp along the surrounding tables, and even some of the other pilots inch away uncomfortably. The Stormtroopers at the door lift their own weapons.

"- teach her -" The pilot points his blaster toward the Twi'lek's chest. "- the words."

Hera shifts her weight forward, about to rise to her feet -

But their voice breaks out. Soft but steady, the Twi'lek is singing, and after a few notes, the pilot joins in. The other Imperials take up the song again as well. Rather than lower his blaster, however, the pilot swings it around the room. The others quickly get the point, and a low murmur breaks out around the room, dully reciting the anthem.

Hera lowers herself back to her seat, and closes her eyes.