Another pang… One after another; her words stung unbeknownst as he shouldered them without a whimper. She had no way of knowing what other memory she was dredging up with each free expression of her personality. He looked at her, almost clinically, reminding himself that they look nothing alike… They don’t even act remotely alike… ‘She’s not Fiera!’<br/><br/>The fog lifted, momentarily, and he realized she was examining him… Somehow she was learning from him, just by watching him very intently… His mentor could do things like that, but he was ancient, just who really was this woman?  She seemed to be taking his company well, at least… Perhaps, that in and of itself was enough.<br/><br/>Cursed memories… ‘My friends…. At least one of you… It should have been me.’... As someone intimately familiar with pain, he recognized it in an instant. She too, felt, and perhaps understood his pain. Though, it mildly upset him that she felt sorry for some odd reason.<br/><br/>He shrugs, entirely unsure what to say, his only response being to simply lead her into the restaurant. The fragrance of fish and various spices immediately fill the air, and there is a long line of people ahead of them… And there only appeared to be one chef. Despite this, Brandon looked utterly unconcerned, and simply plucked a pair of menus for the pair of them.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“You look at the menu, see what you like. Then when you get up there you tell him and he makes it… There’s a diner on the other side. Although my favorites are…” He indicates a number of things, all completely different sounding but he vehemently swears by it all. </span><br/><br/>Eventually, the pair line up, and shockingly… The line never ceases its movement. The chef’s hands are a blur; he has two assistants simply handing him ingredients as he needs them. A line of his apprentices’ dress and prepare the dish for final consumption, and people are served within minutes… Really, a gem in this city.<br/><br/>The chef grimaced minutely upon seeing his nemesis… Brandon Holcorr; how dare he say the Gungan of Naboo made better dishes than he… He would prove it to him! On his plate! He would enslave the man’s palate to his every mercy, and so he took extra care; the line even stopped for the briefest of moments, but their meals were ready and they were lead into the dining room. A far booth, as was his preference, and he elected to take the seat across from her.<br/><br/>He clears his throat, momentarily delaying his prize...<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“I’ve activated the droids aboard the ship to do the necessary purchasing. We’ll be ready to launch by time we finish this meal. Now would be a good time to tell me a bit more about this mission, perhaps… All I need to know is where I need to take you and how deep my obligation lies…”</span><br/><br/>He looks at her, seriously. All jobs were serious; they dealt with life and death, and that was never a matter to be casually be trifled with.