Meena clicked her tongue again when he thought he was being witty with meeting her client. He should know by now that as someone who worked illegally could not do anything unless he was backed by a client and a contract. This was the case with Meena in particular, because she had already served some prison time and any planet that wasn't overrun by criminal syndicates would be wise to show at least a bit of suspicion the moment she docked her ship to their ports. A client was what kept her safe from people like Drak, for the most part. Of course, if you were an assassin or a con artist, things got a little more complicated.<br/><br/>She followed him outside, lamenting the fact that he had again disrupted her night of drinking. Never again would she come back to this dreaded planet, even if it was a hefty contract. Meena rolled her eyes again when he set the rules for her and then proceeded to lament the fact that she'd have to spend an undetermined period of time with this bossy man who thought he was the savior of all planets and species. "Yeah, yeah, you really think I'm foolish to do that right now? Trust me, if I were to run away I would calculate it much more carefully. You wouldn't even realize I was gone." She smirked, a plan slowly forming into her mind as she thought of their client. Their destination would be Nar Shaddaa, the moon of Nal Hutta, a place completely infested by criminals. If she was to abandon him there, he would be perfectly at the mercy of her kind, a lesson she thought he desperately needed to learn.<br/><br/>But in time. Yes, in time. For now she could play the good criminal helping a poor unfortunate soul. It was a role she disliked but at the same time it was delightful to know that he'd never have her word on anything. And apparently, he could sense that since Meena hadn't missed the way he kept his hand on his blaster. A smirk touched her lips but she looked away, not saying anything.<br/><br/>It was quite strange, walking into the apartment of a security officer. In fact it was even stranger since this was the man who had caused her so much misery. Meena didn't have a set home, so she already felt a pang of envy when walking inside, knowing that the man had a place he could return to anytime he wanted. He was safe here, she was safe nowhere, because she had no home. It was enfuriating and her earlier words of him living a priviledged life didn't seem to far fetched after all. Especially when her gaze landed on the blonde goddess sitting on his couch, giving off that certain calm and wonderful glow that Meena knew had to be the sign of a baby in her womb. It was a female thing; even if she had never carried a child, she could almost sense it in this woman.<br/><br/>Meena decided to play nice and answered her smile with a shockingly kind one. "That's me. Nice to meet you." She spoke softly, hesitating for a moment whether she wanted to soil this woman's skin by shaking it. Ugh, she was being such a softie, but if she was really pregnant, then people like Meena should just stay far away from her. Deciding that it was polite, she shook her hand anyway, almost apologetic for being the filthy scum here. However, what nearly brought a suspicious look on her face was the fact that this woman was sitting in Drak's apartment. She had to be his wife or something, and yet he had told her he had lived an unfortunate life during her jailtime. Liar, liar. He was clearly advacing his justice genes by breeding with this goddess.<br/><br/>But wait, if this woman knew who she was then surely she also knew what Drak had done to her and why. Why was she being so nice? Confused, Meena didn't quite understand the genuine kindness that Cyn was showing to her, perhaps because she had never in her life been treated in that manner. Everything had been based on a lie, but she actually knew who she was and what she had done, what her sins were. Yet she chose to shake hands with the Devil's bride.