Nyr preferred a little wine herself. She was used to luxury and had to admit that as interesting as it was to sample all those other cuisines from across the Galaxy, she favored most what she was familiar with. She brought Laeli a glass of water and sat down beside her to await the call. The woman was pretty to look at, Nyr mused, but something was bothering her...<br/><br/>"Well, I'm not currently employed at the moment." The woman said with a coy smile, "...but I suppose you could say I was a slave for most of my life, though my experience was somewhat atypical. Let us just say that what you do with machines is what I do with people." She<em> did</em>suppose that was as an appropriate comparison as one could make- a mechanic maintained and repaired her machines but could also improve and sabotage them as needed. The Twi'lek liked to believe her powers of persuasion could have as much an impact on people. The galaxy and the Republic was in need of quite a mechanic like her, and if this organization's goals were as lofty as she was led to believe then the Doves' Talons would be the means of fulfilling that purpose.