<b>Kara and Lars on way back to the <i>Lucky Hand</i></b><br/><br/>Kara was near silent when Lars expressed no interest in 'anything else' before returning him to his ship.  She had thought it a generous offer but whether she just wasn't his type or he was just too dense to take her meaning she wasn't fully certain.  "Good luck" she said curtly as if she didn't really mean it as way of a dismissal for her passenger.  "Let your Captain know I have cleared him for departure."<br/><br/><b>Jiljoo and Alythra on board the <i>Lucky Hand</i></b><br/><br/>Jiljoo listened to Alythra's take on her patient/client/indentured servant and had to struggle not to role her eyes at her friend's insistence that Sev wasn't bad beneath the lies and violence.  She loved Alythra like a sister but couldn't help but think she was sometimes just too understanding.  Her empathic skills might give her insights into their 'true' potential, but it had been Jiljoo's experience that most creatures rarely lived up to that potential.  She wrapped herself as best she could in a clean towel though it barely covered her cleavage of the lower edge curve of her ass.  Jiljoo was hardly shy though she wondered if her friend would even wear that much on their way to find her quarters and hopefully her belongings.<br/><br/>Now clean and refreshed Jiljoo lead her friend to her quarters, her new home while they would be together. The timing should have been about perfect, with the Captain and Pilot having enough time to fetch the lady's baggage.  Jiljoo gave her friend one last hug before heading to her own quarters to dress.  Throwing on another short skirt and tank top, practically her entire wardrobe with the exception of her recent purchase, she headed back to the medbay.  She looked down at the sleeping man, he was a pretty thing, it would be a shame to have to waste him.  She spoke to the med droid in her native tongue, asking if the patient would remember what she told him if she woke him.  He fussed as such gadgets were prone to do, suggesting it was unwise, but yes, he would remember.<br/><br/>Jiljoo smiled as she looked at him again, this time tapping his face lightly as she leaned over him, her smiling blue face and heavy cleavage welcoming him back to consciousness even if just briefly.  She waited until his eyes fluttered open.  She pointed to herself, slender blue finger planted just above her breasts.  "Jiljoo" she said warmly as way of introduction.  "Alythra friend."  She nodded as if Sev were a rather dense child and needed lots of visual feedback to understand.  Her smile feel away as she poked his chest this time, away from his wound but hard enough to make her point.  "You hurt Alythra, Jiljoo hurt you."  She said as if for emphasis her finger now poked at his fresh wound through the bandage and would certainly be tender even with the benefit of the sedative. She smiled again, as sweetly as before then kissed his forehead, her lips warm and soft.