That got her laughing, hard.  She seemed so adorably excited about it, enthralled in the story... until she got the connection on why she was<em>here</em>and not<em>there</em>.  Damn, joy killed...<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, I fight like that all the time.  More comfortable, armor does shit against blasters really, not unless you get the really good stuff.  Good stuff tends to be heavy as fuck though, so which is better, not getting hit, or getting hit more and being able to take it better?"</strong>she said, then she dismissed the last part with a wave<strong>"Don't even remember my parents - though they're probably dead or complete bastards who sold me so young.  Besides, I'm not so isolationist that I mind going off-planet... but those fucking bastards <em>forced</em> me, and took the place over, slaving my family once more... I swear upon the Force I'll take my home back, and kill every Imperial still on my planet."</strong><br/><br/>She was quite serious there, not a bluff, and considering her previous display, so many against but one naked woman...<br/><br/><strong>"Don't you worry though; ask more about the positive stuff... by the way, you don't mind if I strip down, do you?"</strong>