Nyr's eyes gradually widened as Laeli began to mutter to herself. She idly rubbed her Lekku and forced a smile as the Miralian became lost in her own thoughts. She did not particularly relish the idea of being thrown at a member of the security detail without a plan. It was too much like her past- being thrown at aristocrats to be their playthings. After Laeli finally paused long enough to give her a moment to interject, the Twi'lek put her hand out onto the mechanic's thigh and said, "Let's... begin with our names, hm?"<br/><br/>The woman smiled and brought her hand to her chest, "I'm Nyranue. You can call me Nyr if it pleases you. What's your name?"<br/><br/>A moment later, if she was able to settle her new partner down a bit and complete their introductions, the Twi'lek cleared her throat, "If I may be so bold, I think we have more resources at our disposal than just the two of us. When I was still a slave, my master spoke... liberally around me. It was not so difficult to lead the authorities to all the evidence they needed to put him away. I barely had to do anything."<br/><br/>"So I think... if we can gather enough information on the arms dealer, it would be a simple matter to have him dealt with here on Alderaan." She smiled to the hologram of Nestegg on the table, "If we can present a case, that is. He is looking for crew members- that means we have something he wants. I might even hazard to guess that with your skills as a mechanic,<em>you'd</em>be of more interest to him than I would. At least on a starship or to do with maintaining weapons."<br/><br/>Nyr tapped her supple lips as she thought of the other matter, "The sympathizer, on the other hand, is likely a different matter entirely."