Meena glared at Drak when he pushed her astromech droid, Vul, aside and the droid protested noisily. Being familiar with Binary, she sighed and spoke back in Standard: "Sorry, but we don't have a choice. Just deal with it, okay?" Vul seemed unhappy and stuck out one of it's arms as if wanting to electrocute Drak, but Meena shook her head quickly before heading towards the cockpit. If she wouldn't give Mister Justice a hard time, then her astromech droid surely would.<br/><br/>She passed captain's quarters, a room in which she barely slept. Perhaps for her the biggest issue had always been how big the ship felt without a crew to keep her company. Too bad that now that someone was actually there it had to be the one person she absolutely despised. Perhaps sleeping the cockpit wouldn't be good anymore, especially if she wanted some time alone and away from Drak. Though, she highly doubted he would purposely seek her for company. Meena would never admit it, but knowing that there was another soul on the ship did actually make her feel at ease. There was something nerve-wracking about an empty ship.<br/><br/>After placing Drak's payment in the captain's quarters, Meena continued to the cockpit and sat down, sighing at the thought of hyperspace travel. Again. Two days in Coruscant had not been enough, so hopefully they would be spending more time in Nar Shaddaa. That place was more to her taste anyway. Meena closed the ramp and started her ship's, Furion's, computers and engines. Once all systems were running properly, she instructed a take-off with the help of Vul, without whom piloting would have been much more difficult than it already was. She had done space travelling so much in her life that she was used to piloting, but without a full crew it wasn't exactly easy.<br/><br/>"I know you're angry Vul." Meena spoke softly to her droid through a commlink as she flew their ship to Coruscant's orbit. "I am too, trust me. But we're getting paid for this. We could buy you a friend after this job." Vul didn't seem happy about that either, probably because it was a jealous droid. She grinned slightly, sighing slightly as they slowly but surely made it out of the orbit where Empire ships were guarding and probably doing a quick scan of her ship before she could make it out. They wouldn't find anything useful anymore and they were able to make it past the orbit security. Drak no longer had jurisdiction and they were in the wild, unpredictable, harsh Galaxy now.<br/><br/>Meena turned her attention to coordinates and wrote in Nar Shaddaa's numbers. The computer calculated their estimated hyperspace travel time and the safest trajectory. 3 days and 12 hours appeared on the screen and Meena sighed in defeat before approving the calculations and sending them off to hyperspace. One thing she never really got used to was hyperspace travel. It made her incredibly exhausted and if the travel time was more than four days, which was rare but that had already happened, she would start feeling physically ill. It was natural.<br/><br/>She already needed a drink to survive this.