...sorry? But he didn't say it, of course and she looked down to her lap as she sat right on the other side of the door, her back against it. Now that she thought about it, she really didn't want or need him to apologize, because those two words wouldn't change anything. And realizing that nothing would ever change things and make the pain go away, she suddenly felt like she was stuck and hadn't given herself enough time to digest and think about what had happened on Kessel. A lot of the things she had seen, heard and experienced herself, well... she had ended up denying them and creating glorious stories about how prison was a place that toughened you up, while in fact it had completely destroyed her.<br/><br/>Drak wasn't responsible for it. He had arrested her, but that had been his job all along. But she was unable to blame the faceless officers who each day had hammered in her head that she was nothing and would continue to be nothing until the day she died. Her life before Kessel had been full of tests and challenges, but it was nothing compared to what had come afterwards. Meena opened the door eventually and grabbed her bowl of stew. She ate unwillingly and tried to rest after that.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Countless hours of silence, avoidance and quieteness, Meena was awakened from her thoughts by the sound of her ship's hyperdrive slowing down. She stretched, happy to realize that they were finally reaching their destination and headed into the cockpit where Vul was already positioned. The stars settled back into the sky as the ship hopped out of hyperspace and ahead of Furion was Nal Hutta, with its moon, Nar Shaddaa. "Finally. I've missed this place." Meena mumbled as she piloted her ship into Nar Saddaa's orbit and from there on to its surface. Like a smaller but filthier version of Coruscant, it was filled with tall buildings and countless layers of apartments, slums, hotels, red light districts, cantinas and so on. This was one of those places where a criminal could walk relatively safe without anyone sticking their nose into his business.<br/><br/>Landing smoothly on one of the many landing pads of the city, she sighed deeply knowing that they were on solid ground again and that next time she'd have to jump into hyperspace she would do it alone. However, she had one decision to make, concerning Drak. Three days had given her enough time to consider what she really wanted out of him. Vul bleeped curiously as he noticed how deep in thoughts Meena was. She gave her astromech a smile. "Things will work out. I know what to do now."<br/><br/>She stood up after shutting down all systems and gathering her necessary belongings. Right now she really wanted a drink, go dance in a club and pass out somewhere after that, but she doubted that was Drak's idea of fun. "Let's go!" Meena exclaimed as she headed over to the open ramp in the cargo bay. "And find you precious Collarroka."<br/><br/>Psht. As if. She had a plan for him.