As far as smugglers went, Reynolds and his crew were about as reasonable about stowaways as most, which was to say: not very.

"Look," Lando said, oozing sincerity and praying his intel had been more or less accurate, "I needed to get out of there in a hurry. I've got no money, but I'm sure we can work something out."

"Optimistic, isn't he, sir?"

"A mite, yes." Reynolds gave him a long look. "Still. Might so happen I need a man for a job."

"Look no further." Lando spread his hands, smiling. "I'm your man, Captain."

(Should have known better.)

Note: officially, SW takes place 'a long time ago'.