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[therevanchist]

Revan is developing a hatred of Mandalorians, she really is. First they start ruining all the planets and now they're ruining the space lanes, too. A liner's not as good as a freighter, but that was hers, dammit, and now all she has to show for it are some scraped knuckles and a couple of passengers. Alek's with her in the cockpit and Zara took the woman--Meesha? Meera? something like that--to clean and bandage those cuts from all the broken ornamental glass that was lying around. Brilliant design, that. Well done, Rendili or Kuat or whoever. Anyway, that leaves the man with the nice hair. Unless he's running some ruinous lines of credit, the clothes say rich, and there are worse things to have than friends with money, so Revan tucks her annoyance away for later.

"I'm going to check on our passenger," she tells the back of Alek's head as she starts for the corridor to the lounge.

"Good idea," he replies without looking up from the controls.

"He's as tall as you."

"I noticed."

"Better hair, though," Revan calls over her shoulder.

If Alek has a reply to that, he doesn't say it loud enough for her to catch, and she emerges into the lounge having had the last word as far as she's concerned.

"Hey," she says, wearing a friendly smile. It's not his fault everything went so far south...not to mention he probably saw some of his friends die. No need to be a jerk about this. "How are you feeling?"