"R5! You little shit, where did you put them this time?" Talika screamed when she got to her underwear drawer, only to find it empty. If the droid weren't so useful and experienced, especially when it came to talking to the<em>Tar'Ree</em>and her various subsystems, Talika would memory wipe the astromech in an instant. As it was, she wasn't so sure she could keep the ship running without the little bastard, which she was really beginning to think was deliberate.<br/><br/>At least she hadn't been in the refresher long enough for the damn droid to hide all her pants and shorts this time too, she thought, as she pulled on a pair of red short-shorts. She put on some high white socks that came up a few centimeters over her knees, the kind with a subtle pattern in the stitching, and then finally threw on a loose white crop top. Boots, jacket and blaster could wait until she was about to head out.<br/><br/>She saw by the console in her quarters that R5 had done a little more work while she was in the 'fresher. Something besides hide her underwear again. Talika was pleased to see it was a list of possible leads for jobs, but when she went to open it and found R5 had protected it, she almost screamed at it again. More of these damn little games. She almost just walked away; it wasn't like she wasn't capable of hunting down a job anyways, and up to date information always had to be gotten after landing, but she did want to get to Nar Shaddaa sooner. A few minutes of work and she had to admit R5 sealed it up tight this time.<br/><br/>Talika sighed and spoke clear into the mic on the console, "Sluts don't wear panties."