Drak's insults were brushed off by her with ease. Calling her a low-life would more likely be a compliment than an insult and so she barely paid attention to it as he said he was sure he could play the part of a criminal for once. Meena smirked. He knew nothing about the world he was going to enter. Well, actually, he did, but he would be surprised just how much more there was to it than just his foolish arrests and investigations. "Very good then. I'm counting on your magnificent performance as a smuggler." She grinned at him. "I am going to enjoy every moment of it, undoubtedly."<br/><br/>Meena's eyes narrowed slightly when he said he would gather no evidence during their time together, but she knew better not to trust this man. She could almost picture it right in front of her eyes: they saved his brother and the first thing Drak did to thank her was to put her behind bars again, this time making sure that she would be kept there the rest of her life. Meena gritted her teeth at his promise. "You'd better. Same goes for me, don't even think about gathering evidence against me." She snarled. "If you do, I swear I will do anything in my power to make your life a miserable hell. Don't ever forget that I have allies you'd most likely prefer not to meet, ever."<br/><br/>She was pushed back into the cantina and clicked her tongue at his roughness with her. On a brighter note, he took off her cuffs and she rubbed her wrists lazily while wondering why some of the officers were giving funny looks towards her and Drak. It had never crossed her mind that corruption could reach people like Drak, but she was given proof of it when she managed to eavesdrop on the short exchange of words between him and his colleague who called her a 'cute little thing'. Really? Criminal since she was a child and this was the compliment she got? Meena rolled her eyes, disgusted. Did he really think Mister Justice was corrupted enough to sleep with criminal ladies? And did they think she would ever do such a thing? She was about to say something, correct his false analysis of the situation, but decided against it.<br/><br/>This had to be what every Zeltros and Twi'lek woman dealt with every day of their life. How miserable. Meena shot a glare towards his colleague who dared to wink at her. Disgusting. And she was the one put in prison?!<br/><br/>Meena focused once more as Drak returned to her. "We're going as soon as I meet my next client and the cargo is loaded. He's coming to my ship in a few hours." She said. "You'll have to meet him as well and play along. Maybe figure out a fake name or something." Meena sneered when he said he wouldn't let her out of his sight. "Don't worry, if I betray you it'll be when you'll have none of these dearest colleagues of you around to save you." She smirked. And then it sort of hit her... she'd have to spend a ridiculous amount of time with him in the smallest, enclosed space there could be: her ship. Meena wondered how in the world she would avoid spiraling into complete insanity with someone like Drak around her.<br/><br/>For the money! Yes, for the money.