Amara couldn't help the light chuckle that escaped her lips when he went on and on with the expletives for a few moments.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0080">"Oh, believe me. I get it. I have no fond memories of the place, and more than just the wildlife there is out to kill me. But alas, returning is necessary."</span>she explained. Sort of.<br/><br/>She waited for him to finish speaking again before she spoke up herself, choosing to address the latter statement before the former, because it was easier that way.<span style="color: #FF0080">"Very well. But we can't dawdle. This mission is rather a bit time sensitive."</span>she explained, shrugging and moving on to address the former portion of his comments.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0080">"That said, the mission isn't so simple as it seems. Getting to the planet shouldn't be a problem. It's what happens once we're there that'll be the problem."</span>she explained, pausing and ruminating on how to go about explaining things.<span style="color: #FF0080"> "Full disclosure: I'm not your average individual who hires a pilot for random escapades."</span>she began, pointing at herself as she began.<span style="color: #FF0080">"I'm a Jedi Master."</span>she decided to just be honest, although she kept her voice low enough that no one but him would hear those words.<br/><br/>She paused once more, debating on how deep into detail she should go, opting for the brief version for now. "<span style="color: #FF0080">My... target, if you will, is a Sith Lord. Or suspected to be one, anyways. I have no doubts, but you know, burden of proof and all that."</span>she waved a hand.<span style="color: #FF0080">"Essentially, she wants me dead and she doesn't care who else gets caught in the middle. That most definitely will include you." </span>she explained honestly, again, keeping her voice low enough that no one else could hear.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0080">"I expect that she will have traps laid out on the planet. She wants me dead, but I expect that she will be prepared in the event that I decide to try to run. She'll likely be searching for the ship and, by proxy, you, from the moment we land. She'll want to kill you or disable the ship. Preferably both. And if that fails, I expect that she'll have a plan C that involved blowing us up before we can make the jump to hyperspace."</span>she explained, leaning her elbows on the table, interlocking her fingers, and resting her chin on her fingers.<br/><br/>She had an unusually serious look on her face for a moment before she shrugged and resumed her usual air of nonchalance.<span style="color: #FF0080"> "That said, the choice is yours whether you are willing to go along."</span>she said before adding,<span style="color: #FF0080">"Can't say I'd blame you if you did." </span>in a voice almost too soft for him to hear.<br/><br/>After that she leaned back in her chair, resuming the consumption of her meal. She took note of how mechanical and routine even his eating seemed to be. In contrast to her obvious enjoyment of the food, he never showed a single reaction.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but laugh, a light and airy sound, at his addition of "on Corellia, anyway." to his assertion that the chef was the best, followed by the chef's reaction in the kitchen.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0080">"Honestly."</span>she laughed, shaking her head and smiling, obviously amused, when he smirked and winked at her.<br/><br/>She tilted her head as she observed him, noting the obvious change in his features as his demeanor sinks back to its original state.<span style="color: #FF0080">"You should smile more." </span>she observed, seemingly randomly, and very much unintentionally.<span style="color: #FF0080">"It suits you."</span>she added, her words soft and honest, before quickly looking down at her food after realizing what she had said.<span style="font-style: italic">'Smooth, Amara. Real smooth. Way to make it weird,'</span>she thought to herself, shaking her head a little and shoving a piece of the sushi into her mouth. She almost apologized, but caught herself. After all, she may have spoken the words without thinking, and it may be somewhat embarrassing, but it wasn't wrong.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0080">"Great."</span>she replied when he spoke up again, saying that the ship was ready just as she finished her food.<span style="color: #FF0080">"Well, then. I'm ready when you are."</span>