Angle, SABRE seated at the map table, still looking at the MAP CASE in her hand.
THANE is ducking through the open door behind her.
1. THANE: We’re secure.
2. SABRE: Yes.
New angle, THANE waiting awkwardly, looking at SABRE.
SABRE is looking at the CASE in her hand, lost in thought.
SABRE tosses the CASE to THANE without looking at him. Her expression is as before.
3. SABRE: You know what to do with it?
THANE has caught the CASE and is now tucking it out of sight inside his coat, looking at Sabre, off, dubiously.
4. THANE: Aye, I know what to do.
5. THANE: The why of it still eludes, though.
SABRE, the same lost-in-thought expression.
6. SABRE: Just do as I’ve asked.