The man frowned slightly when Drak told him to shut it and shook his head in disgust. "Ugh, I see what you mean, darling. About talking." He mumbled to Meena as quietly as possibly. But it was not quiet enough because he was thrown on the floor, which caused another litany of apologies to spill out of his drunk mouth before he was cuffed. That finally shut him up for good, because he seemed to understand that he would get arrested again and if they sniffed his ship enough they'd find the cargo was filled with contraband items.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Meena had to deal with another officer who seemed somehow joyful to have found her. Like just about anyone else, he questioned her on how he had got out of Kessel, something that everybody seemed to want to know and something she just refused to tell because nobody, and really, NOBODY, would never believe her story. She looked mildly annoyed for being called a pretty little thing, glaring at the man, but knowing better than her friend that if she wanted to get out of this situation it was more beneficial to stay silent. Another thing learned in Kessel, which her friend clearly didn't know because he hadn't suffered an equally horrible fate. Still, she was remarkably annoyed, especially because once again, Drak had full control over what was going to happen to her. She really hated that.<br/><br/>As three more officers arrived, Meena had a feeling this was slight exaggeration for a bar fight and that he might be doing this on purpose. Except for her friend, because he clearly was trying to hide something. He was taken away, a horrified look on his drunk face. She kind of wished she could have done something, but then again, if they were going to charge them realistically, she'd be the one to suffer more than him anyway. Because, yes, Meena HAD started the fight. Not surprisingly, Drak said he wanted to have a talk with her in private. Ugh.<br/><br/>She was pushed into the back alley where she lazily turned to look Drak, already knowing that this would either bore her to death or annoy the hell out of her. Meena arched a brow as he set the rules for their talk. His mention of Collarroka, however, made her almost uneasy and she frowned slightly, discreetly gazing left and right, hoping no one was listening to them right now. He needed her help and just as she had come to realize, he was going to use the little leverage he had on her now to pressure her. Meena looked a bit amused as he stated her options.<br/><br/>"Well, well! Look at Mister Justice, laying down the law." She mocked, her voice soft, much softer than yesterday, but still dangerous at the same time. "I never thought you had it in you, to pressure someone like this. Boy, you must be desperate." Meena stared at him for a moment. She wasn't really in a hurry to say anything, because her choice was obvious; she didn't have a choice. Anything but Kessel. Anything but another seven years of that torture. It really, really, REALLY, was not a choice at all. She didn't want to be dead again. "But there's a problem, Mister Justice." Meena said, now slightly thoughtful. "The person you seek would never risk his security and identity to meet you. One doesn't go to him, he comes to people, whenever he sees fit. And even though I knew a few ways to walk into his lair, he'd detect you before we'd even arrive to his planet."<br/><br/>She smirked slightly. "Therefore, there's no way you can find him. Unless..." Meena observed his clothing. "Unless you dig really deep inside of you, throw that ridiculous uniform away and act like you're just like me. But I wonder, do you have it in you? Hmm?" She tilted her head, playfully. "Besides, letting you enter a world of criminals would expose you to so much evidence and the entire web of connections, trading groups, guilds..! I'd be in trouble if you ever used the information later on to capture any of the people we meet. Do you understand now how complicated the favor you're asking me is?"<br/><br/>After considering this for a moment, she made an offer to counter his: "If you swear to contain your sense of justice and close your eyes from the evidence you'll see, I'll accept the offer."