"No need to get your circuits in a twist," Nova mumbled to herself as she finished tying her hair back in a ponytail. Why look something up when a quick question would get her an answer faster and, with luck, start a conversation? Fifi was not appreciative. "Just checking," she added defensively, not wanting to deal with a testy droid for the next several cycles because of what Fifi considered to be Nova's worst habit: needless questions with obvious answers. I'm also open to shipping a bit of cargo for you, if that's better."Ī sarcastic "of course" in response. "I know you're happy to have your little spacer's reunion, but it'll wait until I'm done with mustache of the month here." She shifted to look at Jerec. Kelsie's gaze lingered for a moment, before returning to Kyros. Her eyes flicked to the kid who'd gravitated back at the Duros' beckoning.
"Cei," she said, more glaring her greeting than saying it. But if this all dragged into these two sort-of friends talked about some Quekko, she might just shoot someone anyways. The tip had been right he had exactly what she needed. Jerec was a pretty solid - if sketchy - ship parts dealer. Still, they were interrupting her attempt at a bit of business. When he'd recognized and greeted Jerec, again she thought she might need to use her weapon, but they seemed to get on just fine.
but it seemed that the only companion he had was the pickpocket kid.
If that creep had programmed another droid. Her hand had fallen to the slugthrower at her belt when she remembered her first encounter with the smuggler.
When Cei had first entered the bar she'd turned away, not particularly wanting to engage with the Duros right then. "For a businessman, you're awfully focused on your old deals," Kelsie lamented, finally interjecting into this interjected conversation. S H A D D A A Tag: Jerec Asyr Finley Cei Kyros
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