( I'm going to assume her ship has some sort of a rudimentary shower. I hope that's fine with you. The video shows they have something that looks like a bacta tank, but to be honest I think a shower will be more useful for now. )<br/><br/>A small moment of respite. She sighed deeply, sinking further into her seat and closing her eyes for a moment. A small moment of harmony, too, as neither of them was being snarky. It felt quite comfortable and perhaps the knowledge that they had just escaped death together helped to bring them close, at least a little. When their eyes met momentarily, Meena was both surprised and relieved to find similar feelings in his eyes. For a moment, she saw the face of a handsome man, not that of the investigator who had put her into jail and she offered him the smallest of smiles before turning her attention back to the computers. Good, so they had survived. That was what mattered right now. Perhaps they could put their differences aside for one moment. She found it difficult to do, but she was both mentally and physically exhausted and not really up for another argument.<br/><br/>Vul, connected to the ship, sent her a message into the cockpit saying that no significant damage had been done. They would be fine. Everything was going to be okay. She could breathe easier.<br/><br/>"Sinthenol." She replied to him. "It's good for hangovers." Meena got up and began searching through some of the compartments she had in her cockpit. Eventually she pulled out a package of pills and threw it to Drak. "Have it melt on your tongue, it'll work faster." By now she felt much better and decided not to take one herself, instead pulling out some salve and bandage for later on so she could treat her hand. All Meena wanted was a hot shower, treat her wrist and close her eyes for at least thirty minutes. While she was feeling her wrist and trying to estimate whether it was just sprained or if there was a fracture. She wasn't much of a doctor or nurse, but she did know a few tricks. In fact, she had to, if she wanted to survive in the Galaxy.<br/><br/>Drak again brought up their earlier subject and she listened to him while she was moving her wrist and figuring out which movement hurt the most. He seemed to her more open and honest about things than earlier, as if their escape had made him calm down. Meena could appreciate this and respect his openness as he spoke of his brother. "Why would you envy someone who does what is not right by law? Isn't that what you live for?" She asked. "Or perhaps you do realize that the right thing to do is in fact NOT the law, but what you feel is right." Meena smirked to herself. He then mentioned Cyn and she felt truly happy that they were still alive, for the sake of the woman and her unborn child. She kept listening to his description of the ideal woman, not really realizing the similarities between his dream woman and herself.<br/><br/>Things suddenly became very strange when Drak, normally so confident with his words, began to stutter for a reason she couldn't understand. Meena turned to look at him over her shoulder, confused about the sudden change in his attitude... and of course the words he was speaking. "Why would you even think of that?" She snapped at him, her eyes examining him as if he was an idiot. "You must be really hungover. Anyway..." Meena barely let him finish. "I'm taking a shower. Try not to break anything." She gave the computers a final glance before heading over to the captain's quarters.