Meena slept for a couple hours after making a payment for Jim. As always, she found it difficult to drift into a deep sleep with pictures of the past disturbing her mind and refusing to go away. Eventually she was woken up by sounds coming from the hallway and was happy to find herself back on Furion and not on Kessel, dying of starvation. Speaking of starvation, she was hungry and realized just how long it had been since the last time she had eaten. Meena pushed herself up from her bed, having fallen asleep in the captain's quarters instead this time. Brushing her hair into some sort of decent order, she unlocked the door and stepped into the hallway, cursing quietly upon hearing Drak and Vul arguing.<br/><br/>The sight of the two of them was rather amusing. Vul had positioned himself between Drak and the kitchen door and was now pointing it's mechanical arm at him, telling him to go starve himself. Drak was just as hostile, his beloved Tala out and pointed at her astromech droid. "Hey!" Meena shrieked, causing Vul to roll back and quickly fold its arm away, as if nothing had ever happened. "You two sure know how make noise! Come on Vul, I told you to behave. Do I have to switch you for another droid on Nar Shaddaa? Do I? Hmm?" She walked over to her droid and folded her arms, looking down to him as he bleeped innocently, even happily.<br/><br/>"I'm saving up for a medical droid." Meena announced to Vul and arched a brow. "Someone twice your size. And someone who will really behave, unlike you."<br/><br/>Now Vul seemed upset. He poked Meena's leg in an attempt to explain that he had simply tried to prevent Drak from making a mess in the kitchen. Now her attention shifted on the man in front of her and her eyes narrowed in suspicion. Vul beeped, accusing Drak of hurting his feelings and threatening his life. "Of course he would do that, you were blocking his way into the kitchen, you silly." She responded. "If you misbehave one more time, I'm buying another astromech droid too."<br/><br/>Vul beeped loudly and poked her leg again like an institent child. She sighed and patted its metallic dome. "Go make sure all systems are running. You don't have to give him a hard time, I do that already. Do you understand?"<br/><br/>He beeped in agreement and rolled away, though not without bumping into Drak's leg for the final time. Meena then focused on him. "I told you not to harm anything under my possession." She said with a glare. "If you plant a blaster bolt into Vul, you pay for the damage. Also..." Meena's eyes narrowed again as she opened the kitchen door. "The only person allowed to use the kitchen is me. You could have just told me you were hungry. Ah, men, so simple in mind..." She shook her head at this and walked inside. It was probably hard for people to believe, but she was a fairly good cook. Back on the first smugglers' ship she had worked on, that had been her main duty among laundry and cleaning. After earning her place as a full member of the crew, she had graduated from those tasks, but had never forgotten any of them.<br/><br/>"You'd better not be a picky eater." Meena snapped at him as she piled up some ingredients and grabbed a large knife. "Though you probably are since you have no one to cook for you. No wife to tell you to eat your space-carrots and Antarian peas. Tsk." She just loved pushing his buttons like this and glanced at him. "And I doubt your dear little Tala has a cooking option."