[hr][center][code] AND [/code][/center][hr] [code], your contempt for the other twi’lek on board didn't go unnoticed by Woo’rah, but for a moment you saw the look of boredom on her face cease and be replaced with entertainment, chewing on her gum with a wide smile before she turned to talk to . It was almost as if she were looking at you like you were prey, but whether or not she actually took you seriously seems unclear. Though you do not sense you're in any danger around her, it was your lifetime of warrior training that helped you recognize the relaxed, disguised poise of a prepared and readied hunter. Perhaps she could see the same in you. , likewise, the taller twi’lek swiveled her head around to face you upon addressing her as “Woosie”. It was a look that spoke a thousand words as if to ask you, “Did you seriously just call me that?” But her eyes didn't betray any anger or offense, it was more like she was either surprised or impressed that you were ballsy enough to say it to her face. Her expression went dry as soon as you got to your point. [/code] “Tell me, little man; as a [i]master engineer,[/i]” Woo’rah mocked, “do ya take care of the tools of your trade?” She didn't wait very long for [code][/code] answer before stepping back towards the welding curtains, and sliding them wide open to reveal maintenance bench with what looked like nothing but a pile of broken junk on it. [code], Upon closer inspection, you recognized some of the metal plating being part of a chassis and a brand that revealed Aratech origin. They were a company renowned mostly for repulsorlift tech. You realized that this piece of junk were the burnt remains of what used to be a jetpack.[/code] “She's an Aratech Screamer.” Woo’rah explained. “Some nerf-herding spacer got a lucky shot and blew part of the shell off, damaged the fuel cell. The cell exploded a couple seconds after I ripped the straps off.” She paused for moment, looking thoughtful. With a wink she added, “Never a dull moment with Varen around.” She walked over to the furthest side of the bench, biting her lip with a smug look on her face. It was obvious that she was trying to shake the engineer’s nerves at least a little bit. At the other side of the bench, there were empty metal shells and capsules and a containment unit on the floor beside the bench made of flexiglass, allowing one to look inside and see the cache of detonite inside. Ingredients for explosives. The woman sat down on the sturdy box, nearly bringing her down to [code][/code] height, and continued. “I take care of the tools of [i]my[/i] trade. I don't really care about people's questions.”