<b>Jiljoo and Nykei in Jiljoo's quarters.</b><br/><br/>If Nykei had never been this close to a twi'lek before she would quickly notice the intense heat of Jiljoo's body.  If she were human she would seem feverish but this was perfectly normal with her species' high metabolism. She returned the human girl's embrace with one of her own.  The contrast of Nykei's feminine form with her mechanical arm gave the grieving twi'lek a strange but not unpleasant sensation.  Twi'leks were a passionate race but Jiljoo was not one to dwell on her grief, it had just been difficult to talk to someone who had been so close to it herself.  Stroking of lekku was an intimate act and Jiljoo shuddered slightly at the intensity of it even as the hard fingers of her prosthetic pulled her closer.<br/><br/>When their embrace ended Jiljoo seemed relieved and wiped away her tears.  She smiled, more genuinely now that the ice was broken between them.  When Nykei mentioned making Ghoutta pay her face became more serious.  "Yes, it is well past time that I collect Val's winnings, with interest."  Her tone very different than the somewhat naturally subservient dancer that had won such diverse attentions five years ago.<br/><br/>"I'd love to!"  She said as her serious tone melted away as quickly as it had appeared.  "But wait."  She held the other girl back before leaving her quarters.  "Do you have a weapon?  Coruscant is not as safe as the Empire would have you think."  She opened one of her drawers that was mostly empty except for a small array of weapons, all small and easily concealed.  Jiljoo didn't wear much in the line of clothing and pulled out the smallest of her collection.  "It won't win a firefight, but I won't be taken so easily again."  She said, referring to her short but unpleasant experience as a slave.