Sirka gave a chuckle as she looked over to Tor. "Hmph, that sounds like a story. A 'great' Mandalorian bounty hunter swoops in to claim the life of our...dashing pilot. Then what happens, you fall into a sarlacc pit or something? I hear that has happened to your Mandalore way too many times. What is it about an unmoving pit on Tatooine that attracts him so much? Anyway, I can only imagine Tony staging a daring rescue, which turned into what I can only assume is a thriving romance between you two." Sirka joked as she found another spot on the wall with few enough exposed wires that she could lean against it.

"Well, anyways, you know what I'm good for. I'm the woman you want between you and the enemy's blasters. I don't really care about what you're planning for this prison break as long as you give me something to shoot. Or cut, or crush, or bite. I'm fine with some variety. Aside from all that, I like gambling, drinking, fighting, mating, drinking, shooting, and of course, drinking." She added.