Meena digesting the situation and trying to sober up as she heard Drak's voice behind her and the annoyed beeping as Vul complained about his presence and threatened to electrocute him to death if he didn't shut his mouth. Meena rolled her eyes and turned to Vul. "You don't want to electrocute him. He'll put you into Kessel for seven years for that. Watch your beeps, Vul." Her words seemed to satisfy the droid that still intentionally bumped against Drak's leg before finding its place in the cockpit. Meena made sure that they weren't breaking anything while being pulled inside the larger ship, eventually entering a hangar and their only exit closing behind them. The place seemed completely deserted, but her commlink informed her that the Captain and his crew were on their way to welcome them.<br/><br/>She sighed deeply and turned to Drak, still unstable from alcohol but overall a little better than him. "I didn't do anything, sillyface. I was sleeping during all this time." Meena grabbed the chair for support and examined him from head to toe. "Riiiight, so here's the deal. While in hyperspace the ship ran into the vicinity of a gravity generator. Space pirates. They use it to trap smaller ships like this one." Before Drak could panic about their situation, she raised her finger in front of her as if to shut him up. "However, I told them we are not some rich officers, but colleagues instead. The captain wants to have a drink. Now, I have a feeling there's more to this than just drinking and being nice to one another. Be on your guard." With that said she crouched to pick up her blaster that had fallen underneath her makeshift bed earlier and placed it on her belt. If they were truly friendly, they would allow weapons on their ship. If not, she'd shoot someone. Great plan.<br/><br/>"Oh and... try to play along." Meena added and looked back to Drak with a slightly worried look on her face. She then stepped over to him, ruffled his hair and then nodded approvingly. "Much better. Scum of the Galaxy never brush their hair. Right, let's go, I'm parched." That was obviously a lie, as she would have done anything to be sober then and there.<br/><br/>After grabbing a commlink and hiding her datapad, she led Drak into their cargo hall. With a deep breath, she put on her best smile, which wasn't very hard for a con artist like her. Meena was confident she could pull this off, though part of it was probably because of how drunk she still was. But even back in her days of conning she had been able to trick people out of money and other valuable possession, despite the fact that most of the time she had acted as an escort and had been forced to drink excessively among men who often had better alcohol tolerance than her. Womanly magic, ah yes. She needed to work her magic on these people and make them realize that they needed to be on their way as soon as possible.<br/><br/>She lowered the ramp into the hangar and was greeted by the sight of seasoned space pirates and their captain. Not hesitating one bit, Meena walked down the ramp and was greeted by who she presumed was Captain Avoyos, a tall man with a scarred face and somewhat representable clothing. "Well, well!" He spoke and looked over to Drak and then back to Meena. "I expected riches but I guess we'll settle for... your charming company."<br/><br/>Meena forced a smile, knowing already where this was going to go with her and this captain if she didn't drop a few lies here and there to save herself. "Yes! This is my husband." She lied smoothly, slurring slightly while giving a wonderful smile. "You'll have to forgive us, we already took a head start in drinking. So! Where's the booze? I can't wait to hear all about this beautiful ship of yours and the things you do with it." Meena chuckled, clumsily grabbing Drak's arm to enforce her earlier lie. The captain seemed slightly displeased and arched his brow at Drak. He did look like scum, someone who Meena would most likely find herself with and so he swallowed her lie and nodded. "I see. What a pity. Well, perhaps you would be interested in some fine Corellian whiskey?"<br/><br/>She raised her brows and smiled cleverly. "A man with an expensive taste is a man to my liking! Show us to your bar, captain and let us raise a glass for this fine ship of yours."