[center][h2][color=#ed1c24][b]Vasani'Brinme Skirata || The Shadow[/b][/color][/h2][/center]
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The twi'lek quietly stood and followed after the seemingly old man, wondering how he knew mando'a. He most certainly did not come across to the girl as a Mandalorian. Things seemed to only get more strange as he mentioned to her about the little droid that traveled with her being an old friend. Along with that, the droid who had found her was telling her to put a muzzle on Sparky. A sense of... disdain in his voice striking the twi'lek as odd. Droid were even capable of racism? Whoever programmed this droid originally certainly had some interesting thoughts about how to have their droid act towards other droids. Then her attention was suddenly drawn by the sound of somebody calling out 'fluffy'! Spinning towards the sound she saw Sena picking up and hugging what the twi'lek could only call a walking teddy bear. The expression on the teddy bear's fluffy little features only looked what she could call completey confused. 

This ship seemed to only get stranger by the second, with the two force sensitives and the teddy bear walking around. Not to mention the massive amount of strange others, and the old man's desire to call her by her full name every single time. A bit irritating to the girl, who decided to speak up about the topic. [color=#ed1c24]"Oh, uh. Everybody I know calls me Brin. Its less of a mouthful than my full name, sir."[/color] Brin added politely, looking at the man then towards her droid as she wondered what exactly this man did. She knew that Sparky was the model of droid that saw fighter combat, but was he owned by a clone or a jedi? To be fair... the man was force sensitive. This ship only got stranger by the second, and Brin was wondering if she had really made the smart deicsion to stowaway on this ship. With her luck, she was expecting to walk into a room here and find a fatass trandoshan and she was fairly certain that species couldn't even [i]get[/i] fat. 

As it seemed like everybody was not really paying attention, Brin quickly reached over and tapped a single button on the side of her PAC 200. One she had previously set up a command for beforehand, as the device sent a message towards her partner-in-crime. Any moment now, Dak's commlink would be recieving a distress signal with Brin's location attached. A plan she had thought up, knowing the large man would likely be more than willing to come save her. With that done, she deicded it best to learn what she could about the people who currently had her on their ship. Seeing as information was her greatest allies nowadays. [color=#ed1c24]"So... you're one of those old monks or whatever. Jedi, or something? They supposedly served in the clone wars, and you know a clone wars era droid. Not to mention I know you're force sensitive. So why are you hiding out on this ship?"[/color] She asked quickly, taking a stab in the dark with what seemed most likely and wanting to catch the man off guard.