<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/91/5c/0c915c2e48f93b6954956c6d650741b2.jpg)</div>Neesarozul (https://swsheets.com/c/uxee8qbvn-neesarozul)<br/><br/><strong>Wound:</strong>0/12  -<strong>Strain:</strong>0/12  -<strong>Soak:</strong>3  -<strong>Morality:</strong>50  -<strong>Conflict:</strong>0 -<strong>Destiny:</strong>4 dark 3 light<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hangar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Charm check for Gammorrean<br/><strong>Roll - TBD<br/></strong><hr/><br/>Neesa had done this routine enough to know when a client wasn’t interested or wasn’t going to be worth the time.  Maybe fear had clouded his mind or maybe he just didn’t have the balls to do what needed to be done.  Still the situation was not a total loss when the other piped up, finally talking.  Neesa turned her head, tightening her knees so that she peered at the man while bent over at the waist almost entirely.  She then lifted upward and took her long legs from the other, sauntering toward the one who had finally found his tongue.<br/><br/>“And what are we going to talk about?  Maybe about how you push this can off to that ship so we can get out of here?  Talk about how this is your best chance to get out of here alive and maybe we take you somewhere nice to patch up?”<br/><br/>As she spoke she would lower herself down to his level so that she could look him in the eye.  “Seems a fair bet that is what you want to talk about.”<br/>