Lt Recliva always enjoyed supply runs into Al-Jed.
The city was all but forgotten by the galaxy, which made it a great safe house for the Moons. The environment was miserable, the Quarrens were half-wits gangsters, and he was missing out on combat training aboard the Boneyard, but he got to give rides to Margo, the stern, slender Imrosian Comms Director onboard the ship.
She was at least a decade older than him, vastly superior in intellect and command, but he couldn't get past the impression that she thought he was "cute." The winding trek to the safe house gave them lots of time to talk. They'd often stop to picnic different ruins along the way and she'd tell him about the galaxy under the Empire.
He was always torn between showing off his piloting skills and taking the rougher routes that made her cling to him to stay tight to the tuktuk speeder - either way the trip always left him exillerated and impatient for the next stop by Jedha.