Enthir and Ziv were unphased by Drak's interruption of their conversation. After all, Enthir had no idea about the entire situation that surrounded the two of them and Meena. Ziv on the other hand had no problem with Drak finding out that she was indeed friends with the one person he disliked, as long as he would not run away screaming. "Nothing." Enthir sighed. "Just someone we both know. And who needs to get his life together." With that he allowed Drak to sit next to him. After receiving an explanation on his wounds that he didn't need, he began his work under Ziv's constant watch. "I hope you got some coin." Enthir commented to Ziv. "It's gonna take a bit to fix the one on his stomach." The woman nodded and insisted that she would be able to pay one way or another.<br/><br/>"As for recovery, as long as you don't strain yourself and keep applying salve diligently, you should be fine in a week or so." Enthir replied. "Or, if you can afford it, twenty minutes or so in a bacta tank for the next two days should get you results under a week." He began his work then, after closer inspection of his wound and as always he aimed to achieve an impeccable result with minimal pain. He didn't look like much, but truthfully he was among the best medics on the moon. His days were filled with work, obviously, but it paid well and he found comfort in helping those seriously in need of it. This was one of those cases.<br/><br/>Ziv sat down opposite to Drak and noticed his eyes on her. Even if she regretted showing such a brutal side of her earlier, it seemed to have opened his eyes to her a bit more. It made her happy to know someone was finally noticing her. He then asked her what she did to make a living and she was visibly uncomfortable and ashamed for a moment. Eventually, she managed to pull herself together and meet his eyes. "I'm an ex-assassin. Nowadays I just sell the equipment and loot that my colleagues who are still in the business get. I get a little profit from that, but it's not a lot." She looked down, finding it suddenly very difficult to talk about the subject. "I'm not proud of myself for doing that. Working in that business has made me so passive to suffering and death. When I went to Kessel for it, everything there sort of worked as a wake up call. I'd become a monster and Kessel broke me down."<br/><br/>"But you still got out." Enthir added slowly, most of his focus on Drak's wound. "Which I find incredible. Anyone who goes there stays there for the rest of their life."<br/><br/>She smiled slightly to Drak. "It's a complicated story, but basically I was released legally along with several other inmates after six years. It's also confidential information that the Empire holds and doesn't share with lower ranking officers or investigators." Ziv paused for a moment and then took a deep breath. "But I'm ready to move on now. I really want to get off this planet, go somewhere nice, settle down... I'd do anything to have a kid, you know? I'm tired of this place, these people and this constant sense of danger." She looked out of her dirty window for a moment, which showed the back alley of the building. "I heard that if I can work five years in the Core, get married and set up a family, the Empire will wipe my register. Above everything, that's what I want. I just want to forget and live without being known as a killer."<br/><br/>Ziv turned her attention back to Drak and looked over to his wound. "It's coming together nicely. You're truly a genius, Enthir."