[b][center]Sol'id Fist[/center][/b] 

Sol'id grunted at her explanation. The skill set she had was not something he could respect as a Mandalorian, but as a bounty hunter, he knew skills like that could be valuable at the right moments. He had taken her for a ditz, but he supposed she hadn't shown any lack of intelligence thus far. Just a huge supply of confusion, which was understandable for her at the time. He then wondered if it wasn't the worst thing in the galaxy to stick around. His last hacker and technician had been killed. It had been a shame. Zortan was a fine partner. Did his job and didn't talk about useless shit. 

"I thought you were the adopted one." He said to her, placing the butt of his large blaster onto the ground as he cleaned the barrel. Sirka seemed so sure of herself, from what he'd seen. At least compared to Delni. Usually the adopted one was the unsure one. Then again, he supposed many Mandalorian brothers and sisters were adopted into the philosophy and fought just as hard as any other warrior in the band. 

"Echani," Sol'id declared suddenly. He placed his gun down, and stood up. Perhaps he looked ominous as he approached Delni, but he stopped about 2 meters from her position. He lifted one arm, holding it forwards but twisting it as far as it could go, letting his hand relax. He then used his other hand, holding it open and straight like a board, running it across his outstretched arm. Then his arms spun, and to Delni she would almost see the invisible arm now being grappled, and the opening in the opponent that Sol'id's free fist now punching into. Most likely a throat. 

"I suggest learning it. Even as a technician, in your...our line of work. We all must be ready for anything." He held his hand to her to help her out of her chair once she had eaten.