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A throbbing headache began to form right along her temples. First it was this whole business with some edgelord reaver who probably didn't even know they existed, then a stowaway and now her sister seemed to take it upon herself to be the official welcoming committee. She could practically feel the enthusiasm from her other half across the spaceport, in fact she literally did. Their bond transcended all other definitions of such, allowing them to know each other's thoughts, share memories and to feel what the other was feeling as things were happening around them. So it was that Solace could feel her sister's unbridled joy at greeting the stowaway, thinking her just a new friend or possible crew-member, without even once thinking that perhaps this person could be dangerous. While she could do little from the cantina except put fingers to her temples to try and dissuade the throbbing pain, one of the things she could do was cull an image of what the girl looked like through her sister's memories.

[color=a187be]"Clu."[/color] She cut through the idle conversation of the rest of the crew around her, ignoring the gamorrean bouncer attempting to talk down to that K6 droid for killing what was presumably his crew, and the short squeal that announced that the giant pig-men did have some softer bits. A short crump followed and it seemed that was the end of that particular mess, as no one wanted to mess with the droid after that.

[color=a187be]"Let me see your datapad, I'm going to upload an image from my cybernetics."[/color] A moment to wait for him to comply, her hand sliding along the skin of her face to behind her ear, wincing as she pulled a thin wire from her skull and offered it over to him. In the meantime, Kabal was more focused on their adversary that most of them would prefer not be their adversary. He had the right idea though, as it seemed that one of the few things they agreed on was a singular principle and why she had brought the strange little creature onto her crew to begin with. [color=a187be]"That's right Kabal. There is no problem that cannot be solved through the appropriate application of high explosive."[/color]

[color=a187be]"Our stowaway problem is being handled, but while we're on the subject I think we could take the opportunity to not only look at some potential crew…"[/color] A look in the direction of the K6 Enforcer Droid showed clearly that it was of interest to her, and a few others in the cantina caught her attention as well, including a red-head that seemed to have gotten herself into a little more than she could handle with Natasha. [color=a187be]"But to also acquire some specialist ordnance. Take these credits and see about gathering up something suitable. I think I heard something about some Gand in the green ring that have a baradium fission device or three."[/color]

Solace slid some of the company's credits towards Kabal and assumed he would take to the task with glee. It wasn't too often that she let him off the leash and with specific instructions to get the good stuff. Hopefully he would be too distracted with the idea of acquiring something exceptionally deadly and illegal that he wouldn't be torching the ship anytime soon in the pursuit of Piff or the latest stowaway…
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Sena on the other hand, was less than worried. Sure, everyone around her seemed to be on high alert and none too pleased with her assistance, but it would all be okay in the end. Both stowaways seemed quite enthusiastic, the smaller droid chirping out all sorts of pleasant messages that prompted her to take a step closer in order to more fully inspect it. Lingering traces of others swirled around it in the form of an aura of past owners, her force-senses picking up something familiar to it but not quite able to place it as of yet… Deeper down she knew what it was, a tilt of her head towards Airus wondering if he could see it as well but he seemed a little distracted in actually doing what Verra had asked of him.

[color=f6989d]"Nice to meet you Brin!"[/color] She repeated back to Brin, a broad smile as a hand came up to hold onto her braided hair and the woman swayed a little back and forth. It would be hard for the more organic members of the crew to ignore the gentle waves of enthusiasm radiating from her, calm washing over them from her innate presence in the force and her desire for everyone to get along regardless of the circumstances. "It's okay, Airus is nice and your stuff will be safe with Sir Elbas. We just want to talk with you a bit first and get to know you~" And then, just as suddenly as she had arrived, another entered. Time would feel as if it was slowing down as her head turned to regard the soft thump that announced the latest unwanted visitor to their ship and while the others might take to the blaster first or try to stop her from what they knew she was about to do, it was already too late.

Soft fur, beady eyes, those fluffy ears… A gentle tremor ran along her body as she saw the creature and almost immediately the force acted as she instinctively used her ability to calm creatures on it and took those few steps to close the distance. Of course she couldn't know that this was in fact a sentient creature, that it was not some kind of over-sized plush or a miniature wookie. No, while the crew saw the ewok for what it was all she could think of was how soft it appeared to her in the force, and how she had the overwhelming urge to pick it up. And that is exactly what she did. All the words of warning in the galaxy couldn't have stopped her as she came right up to the little creature and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tight against her chest and squeezing him with all the joy of a small child being gifted a life-size plush.

[color=f6989d]"Fluffy!"[/color] And with that exclamation of joy, everyone around would know that unfortunately, the ewok was untouchable. Everything that Sena picked up and took a liking to got that way. Her sister was ever so clear about it, explaining that the last thing anyone wanted was to upset her, because primarily that would upset her as well, but also that bringing the poor girl to tears would end badly for everyone involved. It wasn't her fault of course, clutching the ewok despite whatever flailing he might offer or the protests in a language that she couldn't understand, but would start to decipher soon enough. A thin barrier would flare slightly with the creature's presence so close, a sign that while she may be exceptionally excitable and prone to acting on instinct, there was still some presence of mind deep down that ensured the fragile woman was protected.