Cyn shook Meena's hand and smiled. "Thank you, thank you so much for doing this." A tear formed at her eye, but Cyn smiled through it, trying to hold it back. Drak admired Cyn. She was always so warm and kind, but with a bite. If you threatened her, she would cut your eyes out and feed them to you; she was an Icerin. However she certainly had her way with people, a real heart of gold.<br/><br/>Drak walked around the apartment. He grabbed Cyn's blaster off the nightstand and handed it to her. "If she runs or threatens you, shoot her." Cyn looked at Drak, rolled her eyes then looked at Meena. Cyn placed the blaster on the couch, and said, "I apologize, he's not the best host. Would you like something to eat or drink?"<br/><br/>Drak sighed in frustration. He didn't like the idea of Meena drinking or eating his food. It felt dirty somehow. He grabbed a bag and a few of his things. Credits, an extra blaster, a thermal detonator he had as a token, a vibroblade, and a few other small things to keep him entertained, like Sabaac cards. He couldn't bear the thought of having Meena to converse with as his only form of passing time. Then he went into his bathroom to change. He got out of his armor, dirty clothes, and put on a towel. He wanted to grab a quick shower before being stuck in a ship for a long time.<br/><br/>Then it struck him, he was about to fly off planet. He hadn't been off planet very often, but every time he did, anxiety of being stuck in a small tin can, and the possibility of falling from the sky and crashing or colliding into a large asteroid, made him sweat. He wished he at least knew how to pilot, because he wasn't going to be the one at the helm. That loss of control was what freaked him out the most, and losing it to someone like Meena was worse. It wasn't going to be easy. Stress started to eat at him.<br/><br/>Cyn suddenly knocked and entered the room without waiting. Drak looked at her and asked, "what's wrong?"<br/><br/>"Nothing, I just wonder how you're doing?" she asked.<br/><br/>"I'm fine. I'm just peechy." He forced a cynical smile through his despondent voice.<br/><br/>"You don't sound peechy."<br/><br/>Drak studied her hands. "Wait, are you telling me you left her in the living room, alone, with a blaster!? Are you insane!?"<br/><br/>"Oh shush! She's seems nice. She's cute too," she said winking at Drak.<br/><br/>He rolled his eyes, and laughed a bit. "Yeah, as if I'd be interested in a deceitful hutt-spawn like her."<br/><br/>"Uhun," she said with a big grin. "Now I get why you were so insistent on working with her."<br/><br/>"Oh please. And get out, I'm taking a quick shower." Now Cyn was getting under his skin. She gave him another wink and left him alone. He sighed in frustration.<span style="font-style: italic">This is going to be tough.</span>