Destiny Status: Light 2 - 2 Dark<br/><br/>The man stared at Tina for a few moments, then jerked his head toward a nearby table that was in the open near where he had been working.  He moved to sit in a cobbled together chair then pulled out a pair of battered metal cups.  He grabbed a bottle and poured some into each cup.<br/><br/>"Water is rare as a working engine around here."  He commented, as he waited to see if she would take the seat across from him.  The people who had fled seemed to relax a bit, though none came forward.  They began to go about their business again, one eye locked on the Twi'lek.<br/><br/>Miria noticed a nervous looking teenager, seventeen or eighteen at most, as he began to walk towards the doors.  He was dressed in a heavy coat, wearing a set of goggles on his head, and had a heavy bag slung over his back.  His mouth was moving as he talked to himself, but too low for her to make out what he was saying, and more than once he slapped himself in the head.