Once everything was stable, Meena grabbed her datapad to check for any messages she had received while being out. Several job offers had appeared, which was normal since times were desperate and many smugglers were nervous to operate underneath the Empire's nose. She scanned through the messages, until one of them particularly caught her eye. A colleague of hers had sent her a holomessage from Almania, which caused her stomach to turn as thoughts of Ketill flooded back into her mind. Meena opened the message and a small holographic figure popped out. The quality wasn't very good, but she could make out most of the message.<br/><br/>"Meena, I'm sending a message to you on my trip to Almania because I saw Ketill today. And he wasn't in prison. He was wearing an upperclass uniform and helping the Je'har to gather citizens who were bad terms with the government and execute them. I'm not sure what's going on, but perhaps you should contact him."<br/><br/>The message ended and for the longest time she simply sat there, staring somewhere in front of her. Meena found it hard to believe that her brother, who had spent an eternity in prison, would suddenly side with those who had brought so much misery to him, his sister and their dead parents. Even if he was just 'surviving', like Meena was by agreeing to help Drak for money, she refused to believe he would become part of the elite he had always hated so much. Contacting him was out of question if that was the case, even if they were of same blood and she was worried for him.<br/><br/>Jaw clenched, she put her datapad away and decided it was a good time to drink. Meena exited the cockpit and headed over to the recreational room, but stopped dead in her tracks when hearing footsteps from the bar. She felt a burst of anger at the thought of Drak rummaging through her collection of alcohol and strode inside, catching him red-handed. "Hey!" She screamed. "What do you think you're doing? Those are my bottles! If you want even a drop, you'll have to beg for it!" Meena frowned at him and headed for a locked cabin. After unlocking it, she took out a bottle of Corellian rum, poured herself a generous glass and downed it at once. Still savoring the taste, her eyes fell back on Drak and she frowned once more.<br/><br/>"What are you still doing here? The mere sight of you gives me the biggest headache!" She gritted her teeth and kept looking at him like a flaw in her tapestry. "You know, I really thought that woman earlier, Cyn, was your wife. I was ready to rip your head off for lying to me about your priviledged life. But I guess you really are an unfortunate little thing." Meena's frown was replaced by a grin, the kind that meant she was doing whatever she could to irritate and get a reaction out of him. "Should we drink to that? Your unfortunate bachelor life? I think yes!" She laughed and grabbed him a glass. "What would you like, Mister Justice? Rum? Gin? Whiskey? See, I can tell you right now why you're not married. It's because women don't find you exciting." Meena poured herself another glass, her mouth continuing its terrible work of annoying Drak.<br/><br/>"Nobody likes a killjoy. And you certainly are one." She spoke, smirking before emptying her second glass. "Take me for example. To find you at least mildly interesting, I have to be so drunk I can't walk straight."