Meena's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he began to feed her her own medicine. How dared he! It just wasn't enough that he had had things exactly his way years ago when he arrested her, no, he really had to force her to cooperate with him for some stupid family member. If Cyn hadn't been so nice, Meena would have definitely made a run for it, because any fate was better than being stuck with him on a ship. "Good! I hope you die because of that headache." She snapped, getting pissed off herself now. "So I can dump you into space and never bother my head with you ever again."<br/><br/>She dreaded the three days and twelve hours they'd have to spend together. She dreaded them so much. "Three days and twelve hours." Meena announced. "So you'd better get used this. I'm not forgiving you, ever. I don't need to. You'll have to deal with that as long as I have to work for you." She gave him a terrible glare. Both of them were getting quite annoyed and she had a feeling he would start poking her in that one weak spot soon enough. He'd better not. He could talk about anything he wanted, make fun of her in any other way, but if he brought up Kessel at any point, she wouldn't be responsible for her actions. And then, only a few seconds later, he decided to do just that.<br/><br/>Her expression darkened remarkably when he brought up her time in prison, rubbing it all against her face and questioning which of them had really had an unfortunate life. Meena fell silent and listened to him, unaware of how tightly she was now gripping her third glass of rum. He really didn't need to know. Nobody needed to know. It didn't matter if people had strange ideas about how she had got out and what her life had been like, because it wasn't their business to know the truth anyway. Perhaps some time in prison would provide Drak some perspective on the matter... however, he of course didn't need to. After all, he was<span style="font-style: italic">such</span>a law abiding citizen of the Empire.<br/><br/>Meena's thoughts came to an end around the same time he stopped talking and poured himself a drink, as a stinging pain made itself known in her left hand that was, or had been, holding her glass. She looked down to her hand that was now squeezing the remaining shards of her rum glass. "None of your business." Meena replied to him with dangerous calmness, grabbing the bottle of rum with her before walking out and heading to the only place he could not enter; captains's quarters.<br/><br/>She clicked her tongue in annoyance as she sat down to pry her bloodied fist open, releasing the broken shards of her glass. It had never really occurred to her just how much someone could irritate her by mentioning Kessel, but apparently it was fully possible.