Meena stormed in, furious as one could be. Drak gritted his teeth. Only a few minutes into the flight and Meena was already trying to prod the Wookie inside of Drak. He chest tensed when she yelled at him to stay away. He normally kept cool under pressure with most criminals. He was one of the best investigators in all of Coruscant, and he knew how to really manipulate the people he talked to. However she was his archenemies now, because she was able to do it with him. He knew it too, and could see right through her.<br/><br/>"You also give me a headache, missy," he shot at her. "I'm not going to be here with you for- how long is this godforsaken flight going to take anyways? Whatever the length, I need a drink. But I ain't begging. I'll never beg you for anything in my life, even if it is for my life. You'll never get a whimper out of me."<br/><br/>"Unfortunate?" He responded with fury behind his voice. She was really getting to him, and her grin was an obvious indication she was doing it on purpose. He couldn't help it, but he tried his best to keep his cool. "I'll have a whiskey, anything to make your droning voice somewhat tolerable, if that's even possible."<br/><br/>He grabbed the glass from her hand, and the bottle of whiskey for her cupboard, shoving her to the side. "So you think my life is unfortunate? Tell me, Meena. How was life on Kessel? Did you make some friends? Did you have a chance to meet a guy, settle down, have some kids? Then again, what man would want to be with such a vile hutt-spawn like you?"<br/><br/>He poured himself a drink.