Meena blinked her eyes, slightly surprised by how moved this woman seemed. It sounded like it wasn't just Drak's interests that were on the line when it came for his own brother, but to think that his own wife felt the same way... Or maybe Mister Justice hadn't lied after all about the nonexistence of his marriage and this woman was a closer friend, or perhaps wife, of his brother? She could make a few other guesses, but decided it was rude, considering how well Cyn was treating her. "Of course." Meena responded with a smile that carried a hint of sympathy. "I know how it feels to lose a family member." That she sure did. In fact, she had basically lost every single one of them since Ketill was serving the rest of his life in an Almanian dungeon.<br/><br/>Then came in Drak with his blaster pistol and advices on how to keep Meena under control. The smuggler arched a brow to this and observed how the woman would take it, again left dumbfounded by her incredible kindness. "It's understandable. We're not in best terms." Meena spoke, smiling. "And... no, thank you, it would be rude of me to expect such treatment here. Please pay no mind to me, I simply wish us to be on our way so that all this will be solved as soon as possible." She then looked down to the woman's stomach again and couldn't help but to miss that certain glow she had on her cheeks and the general plumpness of her limbs. The good kind of plumpness which indicated to Meena that she wasn't just feeding her own mouth, but someone else's too. "How far are you?" She asked, nodding to her stomach. "He told me that he was having an unfortunate life and yet he seems to have a lovely wife carrying a child. Perhaps my jealousy was not that misplaced after all." Meena smirked.<br/><br/>As Cyn went to speak with Drak, Meena kept examining their apartment, careful not to touch anything and keeping her hands behind her back. She wasn't an idiot. Running away right now would be absolutely futile. In fact, she had a better plan in her mind, but that would have to wait until their destination.<br/><br/>She happened to overhear their conversation and was amused by the stress that Drak felt about leaving her by herself with a blaster. And yet she hadn't even considered touching the gun, because now was not the time and besides she had an unspoken rule about pregnant women. She wanted no harm to Cyn, perhaps because she felt like she would give birth to another child who wouldn't have to suffer a childhood similar to Meena's. And that was what she hoped for. What caught her a bit off-guard was Cyn's words about her niceness and cuteness. Meena frowned slightly. Was she cute? That wasn't good. A criminal couldn't be cute. And it looked like her friend back at the bar wasn't the only one getting foolish ideas about her and Drak. Ridiculous! His sense of justice was intolerable and the thought of even having such feelings for a man who put her through so much was disgusting.<br/><br/>Meena stepped back into the living room just in time as their conversation ended. Since Mister Justice was taking a shower, perhaps she could ask a few honest questions in exchange for honest answers from Cyn. She did seem like the kind to tell the truth. "Is he always so tense?" Meena asked nonchalantly. "He was quite rude to me yesterday... Although, I admit I was drunk and behaved just as badly, if not even worse than him." She sneered. "He just seems to awfully serious to me. Does he ever get out with the boys? You know, a night our drinking just might do the trick for him. Or maybe he's stressed out from his dreadful job?"