Tagon: Petey, prep a decent ship for breya, and load her up with the remainder of our frozen prisoners. She thinks the prisoners are a genuine asset, so she can have them.
Petey: Captain, why? She has no claim on any of us now?
Tagon: I know, but I can't help but think that after firing my boss I ought to do something nice for her.
Petey: 'Nice' would be flowers and a glowing letter of recommendation. Not a hold full of frozen terrorists.
Tagon: Eh. I'm not a flower person.