E-339: Zarg’s World Downport, Circus Galacta, VIP Lounge
“Alright. I guess I get that, though if he’s run off to Separatist space revenge is probably not going to be an option for you.”
Lia
Prrri is sitting in a chair and the artist has begun working on her pad, periodically glancing up at him while she works.
“Uh… could you hold your tail up so I can get it in? I think we should get your tail.”
Prrri obliges, styling the tip shape to point in different directions.
She smiles at him, “that’s great.”
Does Lia wish to say or do anything?
She will saunter over behind the artist and watch the drawing come to life if she can.
Oliver looks at Gregar for a moment and smiles. “Probably not. What about you? What brought you onto Karmen’s crew?”