While more planning is going on, she seeks out Hopla.
"I don't want you to get broken" she says, looking up at him.
"You think I'm good at the shooting game, and that I can help. If I play too, maybe I can make sure the white armour men don't break you. I'm going with you"
Though Hopla seems somehow slightly tired, or maybe haunted by something, he smiles at Mist's words. "I know we all take risk in these 'games' we play, but thank you for deciding to accompany us. I believe we will be stronger if we stay together." He truly believes that, he realizes. This strange group has grown to be his family. Even Ivar. He is strong. And he is Jedi. That alone should make Hopla trust him.
He says to Mist, "Tell me of your life before the Hutt. What do you remember? How did you come to be a slav--a toy?"