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The door isn't back yet, but that isn't a bad thing for the teenager who has taken over a table near the bar. Not a bad thing at all. Neither is the fact that most of his injuries and bruises have faded from their ugly purples and reds to just faint greens and yellows.

There is a piece of paper (with names on it) tucked into his vest pocket. He's kicked back in his chair, feet propped up on the chair across, and he's occasionally drinking from the bottle of ale he managed to swipe off someone's table when he came downstairs. They're not missing it, so there's no harm in it, in his eyes.

He's got a look in his eyes like he's in the middle of coming up with a really great (or really dangerous and exciting) idea, and a smug little smile on his face as he watches the room. He is looking for marks, but, he's always doing that. And tonight, there are more important things to think about.

Like how to swipe another ale.

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"Oh, I could just -" she flutters her fingers. "You do not have to."

She blinks back at him.

"I am a naiad, if you know the term? A water-spirit, sort of," a laugh. "I am a little strange, I guess."

"I don't know the term," he says, shaking his head. "A water spirit."

Not familiar, but it sounds pretty cool, at least.

Then he chuckles. "I've seen plenty of strange stuff 'cross the galaxy."

The laugh is easy this time, relaxed, and it ripples slightly along the edges of her as she leans forward curiously, propping her chin in her palm.

"You have gone that far? To what sort of places?"

"Lots of worlds, planets, systems. We're traders an' sometimes we just go where the work is, dependin' on what the boss wants us to do for a time. Whatever pays enough to keep us flyin' and fed."

And make Shrike rich.

If she looks rather entirely fascinated, it's mostly because she is. She doesn't get away from home too terribly often.

"You must see all sorts of things," she smiles, legs swinging slightly.

"Each planet is different, hell each planet's got a bunch of different parts to 'em, suns and moons, and even just space is kriffin' cool."

Han likes talking about this, so she'll like that at least.

ooc: slows are love! sleep well.

She pays careful attention and remembers her drink somewhere in there - hot chocolate, a little cool by now - curling it up and into her fingers without looking away.

"Well, the stars are lovely even from the ground," she says brightly. "Must be wonderful right in the middle of them."

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