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Daesha took noticed the giant of a man starting to pick himself up, and was momentarily filled with dread when his gazed fell on her. Her fear was short-lived though as the brute backed off at a gesture from Deacon. Her good eye widened in sudden realization that that beast of Human must have been one of Deacon's employees. Well frack. Apologies would have to wait until later, as farewells and final exchanges were in order at the moment.
"I imagine I'll be heawing fwom you soon Chaya," Daesha said with a smile and a nod. "An' thanks fo' da smoke. Been a while since I had one o' these. Wreal tweat. I'd like one o' them business cards o' yours as well if you don't mind." Stretching to reach for it, the Togruta accidentally bumped her side on the edge of the table and from her lips drew a hiss followed by a short string of explicatives in her native language. Dark black and blue bruising was already beginning to show through the snowy white skin on her flank where she had been kicked. She imagined her eye and cheek looked much the same. Even though she knew she shouldn't, especially after dropping one of his goons, she turned the man beside her and hoped for his sympathy.
"Deacon? Do ya think you could bwing me back to my ship?" the Togruta asked timidly. "I know it's a lot to ask, but a lone woman in de Undecity who's alweady been beat ta hell makes awfully easy pickings fo' muggers an'... well, an' worse. I haven't got enough fight left in me tonight to fend all of 'em off." Daesha hoped he would help her. She hadn't yet known him to be cruel. She had gotten down to the Crimson Flux on public transit, and had been intending to take it back. She hadn't intended to have the snot beaten out of her by a kriffing ogre.
"I imagine I'll be heawing fwom you soon Chaya," Daesha said with a smile and a nod. "An' thanks fo' da smoke. Been a while since I had one o' these. Wreal tweat. I'd like one o' them business cards o' yours as well if you don't mind." Stretching to reach for it, the Togruta accidentally bumped her side on the edge of the table and from her lips drew a hiss followed by a short string of explicatives in her native language. Dark black and blue bruising was already beginning to show through the snowy white skin on her flank where she had been kicked. She imagined her eye and cheek looked much the same. Even though she knew she shouldn't, especially after dropping one of his goons, she turned the man beside her and hoped for his sympathy.
"Deacon? Do ya think you could bwing me back to my ship?" the Togruta asked timidly. "I know it's a lot to ask, but a lone woman in de Undecity who's alweady been beat ta hell makes awfully easy pickings fo' muggers an'... well, an' worse. I haven't got enough fight left in me tonight to fend all of 'em off." Daesha hoped he would help her. She hadn't yet known him to be cruel. She had gotten down to the Crimson Flux on public transit, and had been intending to take it back. She hadn't intended to have the snot beaten out of her by a kriffing ogre.