Re: Part 15 - Home of the Hutt
"Thanks, You-Why," Shard mutters, her grasp of the language incomplete. She narrows her eyes at Gran's injury. While comprehending a few words of the Gran's language - 'sorry' being one of them - Shard sadly can't manage the language itself, in much the same way she's simply not equipped to speak to Juragga in his own language.
But he probably understands the same amount of Basic at the least, so.... "Sorry," the woman states, pointing at the cut on his hand as Rhijans takes issue with the woman's stare. "You need a bandage?" She mimes wrapping something around his hand. Keeping the woman in the corner of her eye, the older woman speaks quickly to You-Why. "You-Why, can you explain that I'd be happy to help with this, if he lays off the horrible vengeance thing? We're visitors, and we'd be happier if this trip didn't start with spilled blood. Or my friends -" a thumb flick toward Rhijans and Haarmon, accompanied by a glare at the woman "- burning someone down where they stand because we get caught in it."
A small smile follows, more an amused baring of teeth than anything. It's pretty obvious where her animosity is directed, and it's not at the Gran. "Or my other friend pulling off someone's arm and beating them with the soggy end."
There's a third option, but Shard doesn't want it widely known. It wouldn't be the first time she has pit the murder-stick against a vibro-blade; it's never comfortable, but as of yet, the metal weapons always come up short.
Much like their user, a moment later.
None of this will likely be necessary, given Rhijans own watchful gaze, unless the woman throws all common sense to the wind.