Jiljoo had indeed been tidying up, almost immediately upon being freed by Kameron she had took on the restoration of the living quarters of the<i>Lucky Hand</i>as if it were her personal quest.  The common room was already passably clean, almost sterile but she hadn't yet had time to put any decorative charm into it just yet.  But for now it was lunch time and she carried a tray of neatly cut sandwiches and a glass of the Captain's wine for each of the two cockpit occupants.  "Ka Master Kameron, Jiljoo make the Lookey 'And all sparkley for you."  She said in her broken yet somewhat musical version of galactic basic.  As her hands were full she used one lekku to caress the side of Kameron's face and lovingly brush his  blonde hair back.  Her time as a slave had been short but unpleasant, perhaps more unpleasant for her former master than for her, but still she was grateful for his generous act.  She still treated him as if he were her Master, in part because she knew it made him uncomfortable and that amused her, but more so because strangers would respect his ownership and not try to take her for themselves.<br/><br/>She glanced at the pilot as she set the tray down between them.  The girl seemed competent enough but Jiljoo could read people well enough to know she had lost more than part of her arm in her crash.  The sandwiches were neatly cut and arranged, made easy to eat while concentrating on the operation of the ship.  "Master want Jiljoo bring anyt'ing more?"  She asked Kameron before heading out to feed the fourth member of their still forming crew.<br/><br/>She picked up a single plate with an uncut sandwich made from the rumps of the bread loaf she had baked, the lesser cuts of whatever meat she had acquired were lumped between them.  With a cup of room temperature water she headed to the engine compartment.  "You eat."  She said curtly to the man as she slapped the plate and cup onto the console next to him.  She could practically smell the Imperial training on him and did not intend to linger for any small talk.  She paused though as she began to take mental inventory of the many gadgets and devices he had about him.  Many of which could be useful to her, perhaps she would need to be a little nicer to this one after all.  She let one warm hand rest on his shoulder for a moment, just to judge his reaction to physical contact.  A lekku, seemingly inadvertently brushed across his back as she turned to look at him.  "You want somet'ing more Lar-ah-sin?"  She asked, trying to keep her animosity hidden, or at least show she was trying.