Xavier watched her go after their lips parted, as well as their ways.  He sighed contently, rubbing the back of his neck and then scratching the dark stubble that was growing on his face.  He should have had time to shave but he didn't bother.  The Companion was coming with them willingly or not, so appearance were hardly a matter of priority.  He dressed hastily and hesitated about leaving his gun belt behind.  The heavy revolver was certainly his life line, aside from Jenn, and he felt naked leaving it on the pilot's chair in the cockpit.  He left his hunting knife too, that wonderful instrument of sexuality and brutality, often associated with both before the evening was played out when Jenn was concerned.  He shrugged heavily as he made his way down into the cargo area, pausing only a brief moment to take his own hit off the homemade gin bottle.<br/><br/>His heavy boots thundered off the metal stairs as he came into the cargo area, just a little after Jenn had made her way there.  He started up the small hover mule that they used to navigate the back streets of Persephone's Eavesdown Docks and climbed into the pilot's chair.  He patted the seat beside him and with her customary smirk, Jenn climbed in.  He gunned the accelerator and the pair made their way off into the dusty streets, towards the cantina.