Ziv smiled slightly at his words and looked down. Kiss her? Yes please! Oh but it didn't work that way with good guys like this one. Still, she felt proud knowing she had been able to get such words out of a man. All she wanted was someone to care for her, yet it seemed impossible to find someone who would look past her faults. Meena on the other hand, all that woman had to do was laugh the right way and she had every man in a certain radius fall to their knees. And yet Meena had never showed any interest in a man. Or a woman. It was ironic and unfair. "Well, you still haven't ran away." She said and nodded. "That's all that matters to me. You won't believe how hard it is to get friends when you have the sharpest aim on the moon. It's quite sad, really." Ziv's smile faded slightly. She already dreaded the moment Drak would ask her what her occupation was. Fortunately she was no longer in that line of work, but that didn't mean he would not judge her based on her past.<br/><br/>"Consider it paid." Ziv responded to his mention about a debt. "You have more important things to focus on, don't you? Come on." She walked over to him once again and grabbed his arm in order to support him. The ex-assassin paid little attention to the bodies around them, but she couldn't ignore the way Drak seemed a bit bothered by her little show just now. Ziv wasn't sure what to say exactly. How did one talk about death? Assassins never did and people not in that line of work just dreaded it or avoided it. Eventually she managed to find the right words to describe her honest feelings. "I'm sorry. I know how it looks. You're not the first to react like that. In fact, everyone I meet has the same reaction." She sighed and looked over to the bodies. "But this is just how it is. It's difficult, but there's no other way, no other choice. It's terrible, but what else can you do? Kill or be killed. Eventually you just become... numb... to it."<br/><br/>She kept guiding him towards her apartment and after about ten minutes or so, they arrived to the rundown building. Ziv helped Drak up the stairs and to the door of her apartment. After unlocking it, she let him go in first and then walked in after him. It was a sad little apartment, but enough to keep both of them safe. "Sit down, take a shower, have a beer... Make yourself at home." Ziv spoke. "Sorry, I know, it's a terrible place. But at least we won't be in danger here and we can freely discuss your Collarroka." She offered him a small smile before grabbing her commlink. "I'm going to summon a friend who knows what he's doing. He'll be able to take care of those wounds." Ziv sat down and noticed that Meena's liquor glass was still on the table, half empty. All of this was so incredibly ironic.<br/><br/>"Enthir? It's me. Someone I know is badly wounded and needs some tending. Can you make it here in less than ten minutes? Thanks."<br/><br/>Ziv placed her commlink down and grabbed her datapad instead, considering that Drak was in the room with her. She typed a message to Meena, explaining that Drak had been wounded but that a friend of them would come and tend his wounds. Five minutes later Ziv received a response, saying that Meena had received a job and was leaving Nar Shaddaa tomorrow. At first she was surprised by her decision to simply leave without trying to at least fix things with Drak, but in the end... this played well into her own plan.<br/><br/>"My friend will be here soon." She announced with a smile and placed down her datapad. "You're going to be fine."