He did move away from her ship, but only a little. Meena's eyes followed him cautiously, wondering whether he had other people hidden somewhere, ready to grab her and pin her down so they could bring her back to Kessel. She stood still when he spoke, saying he just wanted to talk to her. Talk? The word seemed to work as a trigger for something inside her and she tilted her head, now staring at him with both disgust and amusement.<br/><br/>"You want to talk." She repeated, as if she was talking to a child or someone mentally challenged. "You want to talk..." Meena spoke again, trying to digest his words, hoping he would understand just how foolish his words sounded. But since he didn't quite seem to understand, she thought she would give him a reminder of why she was so pissed off. "Either you're an idiot or you're here to arrest me. Or perhaps you actually already forgot that you put me in Kessel for seven years, hm?"<br/><br/>Meena rarely talked about the subject, but now the words seemed to flow out, partly because of the alcohol and partly because he was there to fuel her anger. "Seven years!" She exclaimed, amused. "What did you do during that time, huh? Did you find a woman with the same ridiculous sense of justice to breed with? Did you have kids? Did you feed them well and provide them a priviledged life?" Her voice was filled with mockery. "Did you get a raise from catching me? Perhaps you did and bought a ship, a house, some nice clothes, fancy food, expensive ale..." Meena sneered.<br/><br/>"You know what I did?" She asked, not waiting for him to answer. "I dug. Every. Freaking. Day. The same hole, the same tools and the same purpose: to dig as deep as you could. I dug, and I dug, and I dug, and I dug, and I dug, and I dug, and I dug until that was all I could do, think of and talk about. I dug while you were living your posh life with your priviledged family." Meena stared at him, remaining quiet for a moment. "I was practically dead compared to you. But you know, that's fine, right? It's ONLY seven years, right? I should forgive you, right? I should let you... talk to me."<br/><br/>Her body was burning from the inside, but thankfully saying all those things had helped the flames to subside just a little. She couldn't deny she was pissed off, there just wasn't any way around the feeling. It was absurd that he even dared to show up in her life, although if he was here to arrest her again, then he'd probably respond to her words with a grin and tell her that she'd better start thinking about digging again.<br/><br/>"No." Meena concluded, all amusement gone, her face now dark and serious under the falling rain. "I have no reason to talk to you. Leave. Go. Now."<br/><br/>She stuck a data chip, a sort of key, into the hull of her ship, which lowered the ramp leading inside. When there was no immediate reaction from the man, Meena's head snapped to his direction again.<br/><br/>"I said leave!" She screamed from the top of her lungs.