"One fifty good for you?" Nyr turned her head to Laeli. Assuming her new mechanic friend had no serious objections, she shrugged and took her share. She tried to maintain the coolest of exteriors, and to the untrained eye she might have well succeeded, but the Twi'lek couldn't help but perk up a bit when he mentioned passing the time. "I understand completely... but could you excuse us for a moment?"<br/><br/>She ushered her companion to the bathroom with her and once they determined there was no else in there, the woman sighed, "There's something I should tell you, Laeli." As a matter of habit, the Twi'lek started making sure she was looking as good as possible in the mirror, "If I told you that I was made for intimate companionship... you shouldn't take it as an exaggeration or a metaphor." She checked her lip gloss, wondering if it needed to be reapplied, "You're familiar with Kamino? The cloners? Well, they gave me certain ...needs to fulfill my intended role."<br/><br/>She turned away from the mirror to address the former Jedi more seriously, "If I don't have... some kind of sexual release, well it's like going without sleep or food. It wouldn't be good for the mission." She didn't smile, despite the temptation to put on a charming face. Nyr looked away for a moment, choosing her words carefully, "It's been a few days and I'm pretty sure Tilan is willing to oblige me." She tapped her lips and mumbled to herself,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> "Though since we have the time, there is the band too..."</span><br/><br/>"I have a personal transponder embedded that I think it would be best you kept track of." She said, rubbing a spot on her left palm, "In case you ever need me- or I need you."