Re: Chapter One (Smugglers): Meanwhile...
"That's a pity, not having friends around there. You'd love my favorite, the Blue Light; best liquors on all of Nar Shaddaa, imported from all over the galaxy. Real Corellian brandy, even," she adds with a grin, slipping her blaster back into the holster on her thigh.
She wasn't surprised at all by his answer, but hearing it out loud was better than speculation. She'd seen enough fights in the cantinas, when local women found their men had engaged in a little extracurricular activity while on transport runs, to know to stay far, far away from that. Hell, one of the boys on Marigg's crew, they'd had to replace him on the last run because his woman had shot him over that incident with those twins. Lucky bastard had missed the Republic dragnet because of it, too.
A smirk plays at the corners of her lips, remembering the scene, and she shakes her head. Offering him a grin and a shrug, she calmly retorts, "Have to deal with men that have hearts, to break 'em."
The statement in and of itself was true enough. Most of the males in their chosen line of work were heartless bastards, out for the biggest score. Most of the women, too, for that matter. Still, she felt the need to elaborate. "Maybe a few. I'm a little picky, it's been a while. It doesn't really work the same way for us girls, you know? If you're only in port for a few days, and you're shackin' up with someone, your crews start to think you're easy. Hell, everyone starts to think you're easy." She chuckles, a wry smirk crossing her face. "A crew that thinks you're easy starts to think they should get some too, even if you don't wanna. That's a mistake you don't make twice, trust me."
She pauses there, closing her eyes for a moment. "They're out of comm range. They shouldn't be out of comm range," she comments, opening her eyes and frowning. "They're okay, though," she hastily adds.
Oriana hops off the console and moves to her seat, propping her feet up where she'd been sitting. She rolls her head to the side, lifting an eyebrow and watching him quietly for a minute or two. Once or twice she opens her mouth and starts to say something, only to rethink her choice of question and close it again, before finally asking, "What's your honest opinion of this 'mission' we've gotten ourselves into?"