Arya turned around, tossing the broken glass aside and joining the others back in the main hall. Lok had cleaned the surface of it, revealing the faces on the overlarge canvas.

Hands on hips, the smuggler looked up at her ancestors -- the woman clearly resembled her.

"I don't see it," Arya grunted, but she winked at Dietre. "That room," she jerked her thumb over her shoulder, "is a loss. It's probably too much to assume the rest of the house is any better. I'd imagine anything with an outside window has been compromised."

Twopio finally tottered up, and Arya put an arm around the droid's blue shoulders. "Get to recording, Bluebell."

"I -- well, of course I have been this entire time Captain Arya. Captain Arya!"

She was already stalking away up the main hallway in search of an inner room that might be better preserved than the 'sun room' she'd already discovered.