She honestly didn't know what to think of Drak's musings. Meena felt like she had held the answers in her hands since her birth, knowing fully well that in many places in the Galaxy, rulers did not create laws and policies to help their people. They weren't concerned with the kids on the streets, the broken families and the women like Meena who got sucked into the world of crime like into a big vaccuum that never let go of you. It was difficult, impossible even, for her to convey any of that to Drak. Part of her didn't even want to, because she felt like he should know as an investigator. He, if anyone, should be able to see the people behind the criminals and their crimes.<br/><br/>After sitting in the shower and digesting everything that had just happened, she dried herself up and got dressed again. Showers really could do miracles. Meena wrapped her wrist and treated whatever cuts and bruises she had received. She was tired of doing this all herself and considered saving up for a medical droid after paying for the lost cargo. And that reminded her... she had a holocall to make to her client, Jim. Once her wounds were all treated, she walked into the lounge where she had a holoprojector set up on a table. Meena punched in the contacts for Jim's projector and almost immediately a slightly blurry figure appeared in front of her.<br/><br/>"How is the cargo?" He asked immediately, having not expected this call from her.<br/><br/>"Well, about that." Meena started and hung her head down for a moment before looking back to Jim's holopicture. "Our ship was pulled in by pirates. They stole the cargo, having figured out what it was. But I'm-"<br/><br/>"What! Have you any idea how much glitterstim that was?!" Jim shrieked. "You fool! I want my money back and full recompensation to myself and my client."<br/><br/>Meena sighed and forced a smile. "That won't be a problem. I have the goods to pay for you and your friend in Nar Shaddaa. I will make the payment soon."<br/><br/>"You'd better hurry. My patience is very limited in matters of money."<br/><br/>Jim cut off the connection soon after, leaving Meena slightly irritated by his attitude but also angry at herself for not being able to protect her cargo. She was joined by Vul who had most likely overheard the conversation. Her astromech droid seemed concerned about something and, eventually, after Meena questioned him long enough, the droid finally asked her what plans she had for Drak. The question surprised her at first, since she hadn't given thought to her earlier plans of betrayal. She had been set on abandoning Drak on Nar Shaddaa, but she could have already done that on The Depraved.<br/><br/>"I have no idea." Meena responded and sat down, giving Vul a pat. "And no, nothing has changed. I haven't forgotten about Kessel, mark my word. However..." She tried to think of something to say, anything really to justify things to her little friend. This proved very difficult, considering she couldn't really figure it out herself. Was Drak an ally or not? Although she couldn't deny the bitter anger that still burned in her chest for him, she also couldn't ignore that fleeting moment back at the The Depraved when she had nearly showed Drak that she was capable of good deeds and sacrifices. Yes, she would have saved him, there had been no doubt about it in her mind in the end, but she couldn't quite understand why.<br/><br/>"However, he has paid us and money is what counts." Meena finished finally, not sure who she was trying to convince with that, herself or Vul. "Don't complain. A job is a job. And stop giving him such a hard time, I can do that all by myself."