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"I appreciate the offer, and I'll consider it."

She did chuckle a bit at his remarks, but Mel had been around a lot and been through some rather heavy things , the kind that you don't just shake off with a mug of ale and winsome smile. She had been a loner for so long now that she carried more baggage than a concierge but part of being manipulated by that Sith witch had been because she had been alone. She was used to being an instrument of someone else's wrath and that carried a certain amount of emotional detachment right in the job description. She needed to be among her own again. But was she really ready to traipse around the galaxy doing odd jobs and being a nomad?

"I can't help it, I have resting bitch face and a sarcastic wit." She smiled at him as he shook her hand. "Sure, but I think I will switch to an ale, no need to get hammered this early in the day drinking the good stuff."

Once the drinks had been ordered, she flashed him a smile. "What kind of work do you do with your ship?"

Take care of your own. She smiled through it and let the regret pass over her without a sign.

"Well, I'm a soldier by trade, became a merc, picked up my share of bounties and scars along the way. My last job was a delicate situation that was karked up from the word go. I guess you've found me contemplating my life choices and wondering why someone would be carrying around a sword and shield like a knight from a children's story. "

She took a sip of a fresh ale and flashed him a smile. She didn't really want to burden a stranger with the sordid details of the last few years of her life. It wasn't a happy time and honestly, for Mel nothing had been right since before the Great Mando War on the Galaxy. She had made her way to Myrkr to put down roots and to see about what a life of her own making would be like.

"Are you a knight from a children's tale, come to save the maiden from herself?"

Duraanir chuckled along with Mel, but didn't believe her when she said it had been a joke. But that too, he wouldn't push. He finally broke eye contact with her and looked about the Mad Mythosaur for a moment, finally spotting the two alien mando'ade. He would look back to Mel and shake his head softly.

"No, not all. A good portion are, but our medic for example-" He motioned towards the purple and white Togruta in mandalorian style armor, with a Mirialan in tow. "A Togrutan foundling from Clan Farr. We have a few merchants as well, some of who aren't Mandalorian at all."

"Admittedly, I don't get back as much as I like. It's been about two years, give or take. I help bring in income and trade where I can. If I do work for resources, I usually send them along that way. Getting a bit pale though, so who knows, might need to head home sooner rather then later."

Duraanir was sun-kissed as compared to Mel, and the irony of his statement wasn't lost on him it seemed, as he tried to stifle back a laugh. When she picked up her data-pad and asked about rifles, he would fish out a data-pad of his own, starting to pull something up on it. "Depends on what the rifle is used for. I use a Westar 35 carbine, but it's easy to use in conjunction with my shield. I have a few mixed different rifles mixed into the inventory on my ship, I am happy to part with one, especially if you come with us. He turned his data-pad, showing her a list. many were more assault blasters, but t here were a few sporting and sniper rifles on the list. No verpine shatter rifle, but they would certainly do.

"Honestly? Yes. Skirata has a long history of taking in people who need a home. Besides, I think we are pretty well equiped to handle just about any of that.

Duraanir would shift back and lean against the booth as he locked eye's with Mel once again. Like her, he kept a smile, but there was a seriousness in his tone. Was it the fire she was looking for? He couldn't say, but there was certainly something there.

"Why should you join? I won't dig into what happened to you, Mel, that's a story for you to tell on your own terms. But do you want to sit here and let Arasuum's rot take hold of you? I told you, I don't think you are some maiden, sitting around waiting for things to change on their own. Blades don't sharpen themselves. A rifle doesn't calibrate while sitting on a rack. I don't know what it is, but I can see the wear. I don't know what's missing, but I know you aren't gonna find it here. I want to see what you can do at your peak, what glories you can achieve and what honor you can bring to those who would call you family. If I have to help you put pieces back together, then it's worth it.

Lynris was happy to trot along as Eshana led them to The Mad Mythosaur. Eshana seemed laser-focused on getting food and Lyn could not help but smile softly. As they travelled she took note of a few shops she might stop in to browse if she got the spare time. Sometimes they were only docked but a few hours, others days, it was hard to say. So far she enjoying her experience on the rock.

When they entered the bar, Lynris was quick to note Duraanir in deep conversation with a pretty dark-haired mandalorian. Eshana politely offered to get them drinks while Lyn found them a seat. She wondered if it was because Eshana thought she might get lost in conversation at the bar, she did have a habit of being too friendly. A seat away from Duraanir seemed best, Lyn did not wish to bother him if he was conducting business. If it was not business then she definitely did not wish to bother him either. Instead she chose a table nearing an older looking man.

Setting her helmet gently down on the table, Lynris sat down with one leg tucked underneath her. JD climbed off her shoulder and into the seat next to her.

"JD, while we are here dont forget to download the latest episodes of my show. I don't want to miss anything if we enter space with no holonet again." She paused before leaning in close to her droid. "And Trandoshan Bacholorette."

JD gave a low chirp. "Hey! I knows it not very good but its addicting to watch! I gotta know who she chooses!"

Lynris drummed her fingers on the table. JD tilted his head and said something that made Lyn jolt. She quickly grabbed her helmet and slammed it in to the droid, not harming him but covering him completely.

"I told you to stop reminding me! And dont give me it's in your programming either." She said with a steel to her voice.

JD gave a harsh tweet in response as Lyn lifted her helmet and placed it back upon the table.

Lynris still had an unread audio message from her mother, waiting for her to listen.

"Well, I'll tell you what, I'm here for a few days. Let me think about the offer. You can go do whatever you need to do on Dxun, and when you're back, I will have a better idea of my situation."

It wasn't that his offer wasn't tempting but joining a crew wasn't exactly what Mel had been thinking of when she had come to the Rock. She had spent months forced to fly around the galaxy and break into prisons, pull heists, and run from the authorities. She wanted to find someplace to put down roots, to be able to relax and stop being so tightly wound. The survival instinct was still too strongly in control of her right now.

"It's not that your offer isn't tempting to just join a crew and head back out into the stars. I have some trust issues. So give me a chance to warm up to the idea."

A waitress finally dropped off a bowl of stew and bread for her and Mel ripped a corner off the bread and popped it in her mouth.

Finally. Finally, she managed to procure a couple of pints of ne’tra gal for herself and for Lynris, as well as a pot of Cassius tea in case they wanted something non-alcoholic. She also managed to order a couple of bowls of stew to be brought over to the table Lynris was sitting at.

That was when she noticed that Duraaniir was there as well, talking to some woman not too far away from their table. She quirked her brow at the sight, idly wondering what the younger Skirata was up to. But she figured it didn’t look significant enough to interfere, and that it was best to stay out of it until (or unless) invited.

So, arms full of beverages, she pushed her way over to Lynris where she was glad to unload the goods.

“I didn’t know what you were in the mood for, so I got some ne’tra gal and some Cassius tea,” she offered by way of explanation. “I also ordered us some stew. Nothing special, but it’ll taste good and suitably fill us up.”

She took a seat and glanced over to Duraaniir and the stranger, and caught the stranger’s glance for a brief moment before she lowered her eyes to consult Duraaniir’s data pad about something. Taking a sip of the ale, she turned her gaze back to Lynris and nodded her head at the pair, eyes aglow with amused speculation. “Like father, like son, yeah?”