Was he flirting with her? Ugh, she couldn't tell, she wasn't a reader like Meena. She hadn't spent a significant amount of her life looking at men and women in bars, picking up signals and making observations about their behavior. It all just seemed so pointless. Ziv smiled to him before he walked into the showers and then turned her attention back at what she was going to do from now on. If Meena really was leaving Drak to her, then she'd have to help him find Collarroka. She had an idea where to begin, but if that wouldn't lead them anymore, then Ziv was clueless. It wasn't easy to find a person like Collarroka, if he was even a person. Usually he would come and find whoever he felt like doing business with. Moreover, he wasn't particularly fond of assassins, her little group always having to sneak around because of possible spies from Collarroka.<br/><br/>She heard the shower turn off and from the corner of her eye could see Drak step out partly. Ziv turned to look at him, blinked her eyes for a moment and then looked away. "Let me think. I might have something." She got up and walked to her bedroom where she kept most of her belongings. Nowadays Ziv got her measly income by selling equipment and clothing that her assassin friends looted from their contracts. They usually had no use for them and since she had no interest in taking up contracts anymore, Ziv was the one to receive them, sell them and give them a part of the profit. She searched through her trunk and came across some decent looking clothing, something that a smuggler about the size of Drak could have worn. Ziv gathered a pair of pants and a shirt and then handed them to Drak. "Here, try these on."<br/><br/>"Give me your clothes. I'll try and clean them and fix them a little." She said and then heard a quiet knock on her door. "Come in. It's open!"<br/><br/>Whatever could have been imagined from a professional medic certainly did not apply to Enthir. Most expected a man to walk in, but instead were greeted by the sight of a young blonde boy. He headed to Ziv's living room and placed down some supplies wordlessly. "He'll be here in a second." Ziv informed him, as if speaking to an adult. "He has a dislocated shoulder, and two wounds that need healing. One from a blaster on his leg and one on his chest." She hesitated for a moment and watched as the boy began cleaning his supplies. "Do you need anything else?"<br/><br/>"No, it'll be fine." Enthir said finally. "I don't need the details. What matters is that he's wounded. You know I don't ask questions, I just do my job." He looked up to her. "Have you been healthy lately?"<br/><br/>"I'm fine." Ziv answered with a smile. "Unless you have a potion to make someone fall in love with you, I don't think I'm in particular need of anything."<br/><br/>Enthir arched a brow at her and smiled in an amused manner. "Still want to get married? Maybe you should get off this planet and search elsewhere. There are no proper men here." He paused for a moment. "Speaking of proper men, I met officer Demarcus yesterday. You do remember him, right? He was wounded as well, so I fixed his wound while he told me about some woman he was looking for."<br/><br/>"He's still here?" Ziv asked, astounded. "I do remember him, I met him a few weeks ago once more. I bought him a drink... it was the least I could do after he got me out of prison."<br/><br/>"Yes, he's been here for a few weeks." Enthir confirmed. "And that worries me. He's just walking around with that officer uniform on him... no wonder he got shot. I think he should just go back to Kessel and forget about it."