The picture on Jiljoo's dresser made Nykei frown. She did recognize the young man, but her recillections were colored by a mangled corpse and fiery crash. Mexhanical fingers tightened into a fist, phantom pain gripping her arm and mind.<br/><br/>Nykei gathered the twi'lek in her arms. Guilty that she mourned her potential career while a real person had loat their life. Nykei xould even say she would have made a different desicion in his place. "I am sorry for your loss," she whispered, stroking the length of a lekku.<br/><br/>"I don't blame him, or you," Nykei assured her. "Ghoutta robbed us, and we will find a way to make him pay. I promise you that." Arm wrapped around Jiljoo, Nykei lead her out of the ship. "Come on. Lets takes our mind odf it for now with sone shopping."