Jana slings the carbine slowly over her neck and shoulder, setting the safety, and allowing it to dangle.  Raising both hands, she stepped toward the Twi'lek.<br/><br/>"My name's Jana.  What's yours?  Listen, I can only assure you that if you come with us we'll protect you from harm."<br/><br/>She didn't yet make any effort to force the woman.  It was inevitable that one way or another the Twi'lek was going with them to the other ship.  The prize crew needed to be absolutely in control when they took command of the ship, and while one slave couldn't do much, it would be just a little too much.  Jana really dd not want to have to stun her.<br/><br/>As she stepped nearer, the Twi'lek's beauty became even more evident.  Her fine taste in clothing and her well-defined body, and its pleasing hue, put Jana in mind of that one brief meeting with Yohta.  This slave, or perhaps one similar to her, had danced to provide entertainment.  Jana remembered watching intently, her heart fluttering.  Normally unmoved by such sights, there had been something about that girl .. and this Twi'lek brought back those feelings.  She took a deep breath to steel herself.  She'd give her a chance to come quietly on her own, before attempting to force the issue.