Ziv observed him with great curiosity as her words seemed to sink in. He was obviously confused, there was no doubt about that and it really didn’t surprise her to see him that way. Nonetheless, Drak didn’t try to attack her which was good, because it meant that he was able to treat her as a separate person from Meena. As much as she cared for her friend, she had no desire to be associated to her lies, not when she had so much to deal with herself that haunted her from the past. “Yes, interesting question.” Ziv admitted when he began making strange assumptions about a wicked plan that she would have supposedly made with Meena. “But do you honestly think that after all I’ve done and been through I would have the guts to do something like that? You already know what’s in my heart. I have no desire to continue my life in the world of criminals and I’d do anything to get out of here. So, tell me, would I then plan to kill you?”<br/><br/>She arched a brow at him at the mention of Meena wanting to kill him with her own hands. “That just goes to prove you know nothing about her. She’s hardly a killer. At the sight of a dead body she’ll go weak in the knees and feel dizzy in her head.” Ziv sighed, remaining patient with Drak. “Not all criminals are capable of killing. Think about it, why do you think she brought you all the way here to a friend of hers to get you killed instead of shooting you in the face inside her own ship? You would have been the easiest target during hyperspace travel, yet she chose to wait until Nar Shaddaa. Doesn’t that ring a bell for you? Doesn’t that tell you anything? Even if she did kill someone, she’s hardly like me; cold, calculating, precise and clean. No, she’d be devastated. After all, she saw her parents executed when she was but a child.” Ziv observed him for another moment while he stated that he knew she was not a bad person. “Careful. I’ve killed voluntarily, but she’d never do that. Now, who do you think is the scarier monster, hm? The difference is, we both have our flaws, but I’ve chosen to move on and become a better person. Meena just doesn’t care enough for that.”<br/><br/>His next words about wanting to do this alone with her caused her to tilt her head slightly, as if wondering whether he had paid attention to anything so far. For and investigator, he wasn’t particularly observant. Or, perhaps he was very observant and simply chose to shut certain things out. He seemed a bit naïve even, but only in certain aspects of life. All of this hardly diminished the feeling she had for him, but it certainly made her understand why the relationship between him and Meena was so incredibly strained. “Why are so you worried? Can’t you see? You’re an investigator working for the Empire. Judging from what I heard from Meena, they’ve already set up a search for you and since you were last seen with a con artist by your side, they likely know where to look for you.” Ziv sneered and shook her head. “People will miss you when you’re dead. There will be a search, and investigation… Another reason not to kill you on her ship, my dear. The evidence would be easy to gather. But I think even after attempting to put the blame on her bartender friend Vince, she realized she couldn’t do such a thing and never would be.” Ziv smirked. “Imagine that. That one person you hate so much in the world is an inch away from disappearing from your life, but you just can’t pull the trigger. Why? Because it’s not you, you’re not a killer. Because everyone is backing this person up. You will be hunted down. And most importantly, you realize the death of him would not bring the satisfaction and peace you’ve sought for so long. Tell me, wouldn’t knowing all this literally kill you from inside?”<br/><br/>Her eyes followed him as he paced and she could see anger rise inside him. She wondered then if the bond between Meena and Drak was truly beyond repair. They were certainly not the most ideal friends, but should their differences be pushed aside, she was confident they would both be unstoppable as friends. Yes, only as friends. Drak wasn’t Meena’s type and besides, she hopelessly wanted the man for herself. What was Meena’s type in the first place? Back in Kessel she had often joked that money could get her to do or say just about anything, but Ziv was sure that luxury and riches were just an empty escape from a miserable and troubled childhood. By surrounding herself with cold, lifeless and precious objects, she was sure to never be disappointed or heartbroken again. A truly classic defence mechanism of a woman who refused to look weak.<br/><br/>Ziv nodded to Drak. “Tomorrow morning we’ll head to her ship. Let’s rest for now.” She grabbed a blanket. “There’s a blaster underneath the bed that you can have. And Drak… you’re safe with me. She’ll hear us out since I’ll be there as well.”