[color=39b54a]"A job is a job. Money is money. Self evident things like that shouldn't need to be said. As long as they put up their end of the bargain I have no need to complain about them hiring me."[/color] Valter's voice came out warped by his helmet's speakers. He looked down at the twilek. Though she couldn't see his face he gave a coy grin, and stifled any chuckle. [color=39b54a]"Big talk coming from a twiliek though. You know your kind doesn't do themselves any favors. How many times has Ryloth been conquered, or enslaved at this point in time? I'm not a historian, and I'm not a fan of the idea of turning this whole deal we got going to bantha dirt over something petty. Keep trash talk for when we're off duty. We got a job to do. Joker types get shot first because they don't spend the time to look over their shoulder."[/color] Valter told her as he turned back to his job of being a glorified guard. He remembered all those slave girls in Voja's palace on Nar Shadda. Pitiful creatures who were in a far more bleak situation then he'd like to admit. This girl wouldn't fair well in the outer rim. Especially Hutt space. He hoped she would never have to figure that out for her sake. [color=39b54a]"We should get moving to somewhere safer. Talk can come once we're secure. I know we're in a good place now but open spaces make me uneasy."[/color] commented Valter calmly but what he was offering was more of a suggestion than anything else.