Munching on a ration bar she found, Fel watched as the LT unit sadly moved to the cockpit. She handed Kya a bar. "Just these," she said. Something blue and yellow that might be gelatin keeps jiggling, but I'm not that brave." Fel walked around the craft, refreshing her memory on the location of certain indispensables. "I'm from Corellia, and we're all practically born building ships. About a thousand years ago, the planet used to be the ship-building capital of the galaxy, but now, it's a junk hole." As she snaked around the starboard side, Fel came to a plain door. "Here it is," she said and slid open the lavatory. "Wonderful, now shower." The woman sighed and closed the door.<br/><br/>Still sporting only her bra from the waist up, Fel moved toward Kya and leaned against the wall, still munching her ration bar. "Look, you were fast on the draw when we got ambushed, and the only reason I'm not on my way to an Imperial interrogation." The woman popped the last bite of the bar into her mouth. "And we may have gotten off on the wrong foot, and that's on me. You were obeying orders, and I took it out on you instead of my dumbass brother." Fel looked down, toying with the cornrows in her hair. "So, sorry."<br/><br/>It wasn't much of an apology, but it was all Kya would get considering Fel's mood. "The name is Fel, by the way. I heard you when you said you didn't want to know, but I figured my name might interest you with how you've been looking at me." The woman wore a smirk that turned into a broad laugh as she retook the chair. "I could take the rest of it off, or if you would, could you please locate another shirt for me? People will ask questions if I run around with a fresh blaster hole in my jacket."<br/><br/>Fel couldn't help but laugh at Kya's expression, but she was serious on both accounts. Casual sex wasn't a problem. When feelings started to grow, however, that's when she split. "You're pretty hot yourself if I'm being honest," said Fel. "But, I don't see any beds, so … what about that shirt?"