Jiljoo's Cabin<br/>Jiljoo and Nykei<br/><br/><i>"Sure. Not that I need a reason to drink."</i><br/><br/>It was Jiljoo's turn to laugh, though it was a bit more uncertain than the pilot's.  Alone with Nykei it might be noticed that her use of galactic basic was natural and easy.  She did however have trouble fully following the lack of context when speaking with lekku-less species such as humans. Still it was clear enough that her offer of a drink was not going to be refused, that would make things at least a little easier.<br/><br/><i>"There is a reason I don't race anymore," </i><br/><br/>Twi'lek's don't blush, at least not obviously so but Jiljoo's lekku rung together like nervous fingers which was something a kin to asking forgiveness.  She did pick up on the finger flexing of the prosthetic arm, not that she needed reminding of why she wanted to talk to her.<br/><br/><i>"Sure, lead the way." </i><br/><br/>Relieved that she would have an opportunity to talk, Jiljoo's smile turned a bit happier.  Her white teeth seemed to sparkle behind her full blue lips.<br/><br/>With hands full of glass and bottle, Jiljoo seemingly without thought or difficulty used her lekku to open the door and waited for Nykei to proceed her.  Her cabin was little more than a narrow corridor with cabinets on one side and a bed on the other.  A small counter had the usual personal items and one or two pictures of blue hued twi'lek's and one set off as if it were part of a mini-shrine that her guest would quite likely recognize if she looked closely enough.  Jiljoo motioned for Nykei to sit at one end of her bed as she sat at the other.  It allowed some small space between them as she extended the bottle to pour her guest another drink, then refilling her own before placing the bottle on the counter and retrieving the shrine photo.<br/><br/>"You recognize Val don't you?"<br/><br/>She asked, not very certain of just how well she would have known her betrothed, before he had nearly killed Nykei along with himself in their last race.  She was nervous, not at all certain of what Nykei's reaction might be.<br/><br/>"He didn't want to do it...I thought you should know."<br/><br/>Jiljoo's lekku seemed almost confused as if they didn't even know how to express the swirls of emotions running through her heart and mind.  Tears began to form in her large dark eyes.<br/><br/>"The Hutt...told him he would buy me and hurt me.  We were betrothed, he said the money would buy my freedom. I...I couldn't talk him out of it."<br/><br/>Her words were sincere, or a very convincing act. Jiljoo began to weep, her head hung low as she hugged the picture to her breasts.