Scene: Orsino's office

[ Enter Orsino and Jenna (in Blake's clothing) ]

Orsino: Truly, there is always employment for good pilots in my
company. But room for bad pilots I have none. And I have heard no reports
of your activity, young Cesario.

Jenna: I've made the Kessel run in twelve parsecs.

Orsino: I've heard that one before. You have no reputation I may trust.

Jenna: I haven't been caught, my lord. No warrant carries my name.

Orsino: Perhaps not. but your face seems familiar. Cesario, Cesario. Have
we not met before?

Jenna: I'm sure my lord is mistaken.

Orsino: Mayhap. How may I risk myself on so unknown a quantity? I shall
put thee to the test, and if thou... Is there something wrong with
your neck?

Jenna: my lord?

Orsino: Why dost thou toss thy hair so?

Jenna: Not enough hairspray, my lord.

Orsino: What sayest thou?

Jenna: Nothing, my lord. You mentioned an errand for me?

Orsino: An errand, yes. There is a lady, one Olivia, to whom I would
have thee carry word. We trust not the communicators for this matter. Go
to her, and offer my hand in partnership and mutual support. In these
uncertain times of unmeasured opportunity, we can accomplish more in
concert than in discord.  She has resources I require. Olivia is naive
in her expectations, innocent of the practicalities of life, and in
need of my greater experience in these matters. And she is one righteous
babe. Don't tell her that last bit. We shall discuss your employment if
you return.

Jenna: When I return, my lord.

Orsino: Even so. Until then, anon. [exit]

Jenna: He sends me to Olivia, that resistance leader, and expects me
not to return. He is distrustful and suspicious, and profit-motivated,
and has a nice butt also.
	Now that the Federation is undone,
	methinks I am due some fun.
	I could tarry here, for fiscal gain.
	I wish I were a babe again!

[exit]