Amara took note when Brandon retrieved a shotgun, but her eyes never left the man in front of her, even when he fired the shotgun, leaving holes in the wall above the head of another patron. It wasn't intentional, from what she could tell, but that mattered little, as it served to scare the others, who had no way of knowing it wasn't intentional.<br/><br/>She finished off the man in front of her and watched as Brandon went through his things, commenting when he found the man's wallet. Under normal circumstances, she should have stopped him from stealing, but given that the man was scum and she wasn't here as a Jedi, she decided that it wasn't worth the effort. Instead she waited until he was done before suggesting that they leave for real this time.<br/><br/>They made their way ever-so-silently to the exit, ignoring the hesitant looks that shot their way. The sun greeted them when they stepped out of the cantina. It was warm and bright, soothing. At least to her. It seemed to have a very different effect on him, thanks to the alcohol he had consumed. She smiled lightly when he thought that he didn't mean to pull the trigger, and he smiled somewhat sheepishly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0080">"Well, that's not bad advice coming from an alcoholic."</span>she shrugged.<span style="color: #FF0080">"Of course, I don't exactly have a lot of experience in that area, but it seems like decent advice, anyways."</span><br/><br/>Another light smile tugged at her lips when he explained what he needed to do before they could leave.<span style="color: #FF0080">"That would be preferable. The mission will be dangerous enough without having to worry about making it there in one piece."</span>She replied with a light and airy, almost playful tone. It was a joke, more of less, whether or not it came across that way.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0080">"I don't exactly have anything better to do, so sure. Why not. I'll tag along."</span>She added with a shrug, as though it weren't a big deal and she was somewhat indifferent. In truth, however, she was rather curious to get to know him. Both because she preferred to know those she was working with, and because he seemed like a rather interesting person in general.<span style="color: #FF0080">"Lead the way."</span><br/><br/>She watched him, noting the curious expression he had behind his eyes. She got the feeling he wasn't much of a talker in general. Or at least that he didn't tend to talk much nowadays, anyways. She wasn't always the most talkative person, either, but she wasn't one to stay in silence for a long period of time, either. She could be a talker, given the right situation and the right companion, but by the same token, she didn't mind silence in certain situations, either. After all, if someone didn't care to talk, there was no point pushing them, and it wasn't like it was necessary for her, anyways. She didn't need words to know what someone thought or how they felt. All she needed was the Force.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0080">"So, what's a Republic veteran like yourself doing in a place like this?"</span>she asked, tossing a sidelong glance over her shoulder at him as they walked.<br/><br/>It was a more complicated question than it seemed, she knew. At the very least it had a more complicated answer than one might typically expect when asking such a question. She could find the answers on her own easily enough, if she so chose, but she preferred this method if possible, since it was better if the answer was shared voluntarily. Besides, she was curious how he would respond. That in and of itself would tell her a great deal about him. Never mind that simply asking the question would bring the true answers to the forefront of his mind, which would make them easier to find, if he didn't give them up willingly, and also allowed her to easily tell whether or not he was being honest with her. Not that she didn't have other ways of telling whether or not someone was being honest without the use of the Force, but this way it was easier to compare the answer to the truth.<br/><br/>She realized it may not be any of her business, and it would, perhaps, stir up memories best forgotten, but she couldn't help her curiosity. She only hoped it wouldn't cause him too much pain. After all, that wasn't her goal. He seemed to be in enough pain on his own without her adding to it.