Meena was left slightly embarrassed when Cyn confessed that Drak wasn't her husband, but her step-brother instead. And when it came to her actual husband, her smile seemed to fade away. She was getting confused with every second and knew that she'd need more answers before heading off to this weird trip with the one man she absolutely despised. "No, actually, he didn't explain everything." Meena corrected, speaking slowly. "But now that I've heard this I'm curious to know." Fine, so Mister Justice had been honest with her after all! Unbelievable, how was Drak not married after all these years? Thinking outside her own hatred, a thing better said than done, she was surprised about this since he had a good job, he was a respectable man and... ugh, fine, he was good-looking.<br/><br/>She listened quietly as Cyn spoke of her step-brother. No wonder Drak disliked her so much! Not only was she on the criminal path, but she could also be a fairly loud and obnoxious person if she so wished. Still, it was useful to know all this so she could mentally prepare for their time in her ship. Honestly things could have been much worse and if he was a quiet person, the better, he'd keep to himself and stay in the crew quarters. And if he was a man of his word, he would behave well, although she was still suspicious about any promises he had made earlier to not collect evidence. Meena hoped for the sake of her colleagues that Drak would understand how unnecessary that was compared to his current distres. "There should be more people like you." Meena commented when Cyn had finished. "People who see the good in others."<br/><br/>Hell, she was getting the best treatment in years from this woman.<br/><br/>"No, no, no, I couldn't possibly do that." Meena declined, feeling uncomfortable and clueless now that someone was actually being caring towards her. "Oh, these? It doesn't matter, your step-brother came to stop us. What's important is that I survived. That's what I tell myself, always." She smiled a little. "Besides, this was just a friendly brawl. I might have lost my temper because of some misplaced words coming from my friend's mouth. Alcohol, anger and I are not the best combination." Honest words.<br/><br/>Her next question surprised her and she was quiet for a moment, wondering why she was asking all this. Why would she care? Why would anyone care? However, Cyn seemed to insist on the question and Meena realized she'd have to give some sort of an answer. Since the woman had been honest and kind to her, she decided to return the favor, but spared her from any details. "I find it interesting that you're asking me 'why', as if I had a choice in the matter. I really didn't, it was the circumstances, already at a very young age, that brought me here." Meena explained. "If you look far enough, anyone like who has been in the business long enough and who is successful, will tell you it's because they didn't have a choice." She had quite a few colleagues who came from similarly unfortunate family backgrounds. "For quite a long time, I didn't have any other choice. And by the time I felt like I did, I was already so deep into the business that I had a huge stigma. Then I got sent to Kessel." Meena sneered and shook her head. "Once you go to prison, it's impossible to live without that stigma. And once you're used to surviving, not living, but surviving, that's all you know."<br/><br/>She laughed a little. "People who do it for thrill never survive very long. It's no fun if you know tomorrow you could be sitting the first day of twelve years in prison, or that someone will be executing you in a week. Nobody lives for that." Meena looked back to Cyn. "It's not just smuggling. It's so deeply engraved that I would do anything to get by, to make ends meet, to survive."