Amara examined him, not allowing her face to show that she knew the pain she was unintentionally causing him. She tilted her head just a little when he looked at her, almost clinically, and in his mind her reminded himself that she wasn't Fiera, although she didn't know who that was.<br/><br/>He wondered briefly who she was, but that would come in time. She would explain it once they were off this planet. For now, he would just have to wonder. It may be a bit unfair that she wanted to know him, to know who he was, yet she wouldn't share who she truly was, but she had her reasons. All in due time.<br/><br/>She followed him inside in silence, given that he didn't reply, not that she really expected him to. She hadn't know what to say, either. He understood that she felt and understood his pain, though, so she supposed that was good enough. She thought that it would be best for him to learn to forgive himself, and that he was wrong when he thought that it should have been him. She understood why he felt that way, but she knew that, even though it didn't always make sense at the time, everything happened for a reason. If you survive, it's because you have some purpose left to serve. Still, it wasn't her place to say that. They weren't nearly close enough for her to say such things, or to presume to understand him.<br/><br/>She looked at the menu he handed to her and listened as he explained how it worked. Simple enough. She glanced over the menu for a brief moment before deciding what she wanted to try. One of the things he had suggested. From there she watched as the scene played out before her, the line moving quickly, never stopping. It truly was just like a well-oiled machine.<br/><br/>She didn't miss the grimace on the chef's face when he saw Brandon, nor the thoughts that went through his mind. She couldn't help the smile that formed on her lips, although she did manage not to chuckle, so that was something. The line stalled for a brief moment as the chef prepared his food, presumably to perfection, before they received them and were led into the dining room, into a booth, where she assumed he preferred. She sat and he sat across from her, clearing his throat before speaking.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0080">"Great."</span>she replied when he informed her that the droids getting the supplies they needed and they should be ready to launch by the time they finished their meal. He moved fast. Good. The quicker they got started, the greater chance there was of her sister remaining on the planet, and the less likely it was that more lives would be lost.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0080">"We'll be going to Dantooine. I'll give you the exact coordinates when we get to the ship."</span>she informed him, noting the serious look on his face. Her own expression was at least a little more serious than usual, although it remained largely nonchalant.<span style="color: #FF0080">"As far as your obligations, I won't ask anything of you other than for your to fly me there, wait for me to complete my mission, and be on stand-by, ready to leave as soon as I finish."</span>she explained.<br/><br/>She was sure he was more than capable in a fight, but he barely knew her, so she wouldn't ask any more of him than what she had hired him for. Piloting the ship.<br/><br/>She waited a moment for him to respond before she took the first bite of her food, closing her eyes and savoring it.<span style="color: #FF0080">"Wow. You were right. It really is very good."</span>her face was once again relaxed, but this time she had a look of almost child-like happiness, a sort of glow about her as she enjoyed the food and, believe it or not, the company.