He accepts Poe's estimate without reaction. "Ten may be enough." For one person, for five people, for the streets to get just a little clearer, for another ship to make jump. Who knows. A lot of the time, in this line of work, you never get to find out if anything you did made a real difference. You learn to live with it.

Tense silence, and then the numbers finish on the hyperspace computer. "Ready to jump," he says. Slots them into the navigation. All Poe has to do is pull the lever to get them into hyperspace.