'Fucking polits' is right; Nayru couldn't stand them either.  Least that one that came with them was tolerable, likable even, and got his face blown off unfortunately.  She didn't answer anything til they got to the room she knew of that would be 'safe' to discuss things, and nodded to the two men, who let her enter without hassle whatsoever.<br/><br/>Once inside, she undid the binder cuffs, having shut the door a moment before, and pushed the woman, gently, into the room.  She quickly unsnapped her helmet and pulled it off, letting her shoulder length red hair spill out of it, and revealing her tanned skin (hey, she liked to look good; it was one of her vices) and emerald green eyes.  She took a deep breath and looked at the Togruta once more, up and down her pretty little frame.<br/><br/>"No, I don't want to help them; I liked helping the guy who you're<em>friends</em>decided to blow half the face off of." Nayru answered, her face a stern, measured mask, and a even sterner gaze "You want to help yourself?  Tell me who your boss is, what he was wanting, and what all is going on, and I'll make sure that you don't have to put up with those 'fucking polits,' okay?  Don't make me have to get rough, Miss...?"