Sirka almost rolled her eyes when Tor started going on about avoiding any jokes on his culture, though she did manage to stop herself. Tor had to be about the most stereotypical Mandalorian mercenary she had ever seen, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. She had, after all, taken a great interest in their people at one time, and she could pretty much predict how he would act in most situations. She liked to make fun of pretty much anything, but she supposed she could hold off on that particular topic. Sirka held up her hands and gave a slight laugh. "Fine, fine, I'll give your people all the respect in the galaxy. Besides, it's not much of an insult to say your Mand'alor escaped from that sarlacc twice. That thing's brutal; digests you for like a thousand years or something. I'll just make sure to make fun of you relentlessly instead."


Once the mood lightened and the topic shifted to recreation, Sirka gave a glance to Tony and looked him over and take in his scent. "You know, that really doesn't surprise me at all. You do got that look about you, Tony. 'Course, your kind also tend to be level-headed when you need to be, so you've got that going for you. Me...well, don't get in my way if I'm mad. Might end up ripping your arms off. I'm just glad at least one other person on this ship shares my idea of a good time." She commented as she slowly walked over close to Tor and looked almost straight down at him. "Maybe we should get together sometime and partake in some or...all of them." Sirka said suggestively, a slight smirk stretching across her reptilian visage.