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[b][u]Bay 1-B[/u][/b]
[b][u]On the Liberator[/u][/b]

With a slight rocking, a pair of curt chirps and a low whistle from the cockpit, the Dog came to an easy landing on board the Liberator...  Well... [i]mostly,[/i] anyway. As subtly, almost [i]deliberately,[/i] the starboard landing strut hit the deck [i]juuuuust[/i] a little bit sooner than the others, causing the whole ship to recoil just enough to throw Toryn off mid-step and have to catch himself on the wall on the way out.

The [i]extremely[/i] sarcastic series of chirps to the tune of [b]"You're welcome."[/b] the Jedi received when he cast a glare down the hallway back at his trusty droidcore— who was already ignoring him and booting up a game of [i]Mando Kart[/i] on one of the free monitors in the cockpit— did little to allay his suspicions.

[color=orangered][i]"Thanks,[/i] Teeth."[/color] He ground out, shaking his head a little before turning away and carrying on.

Not like he was going to be long anyhow; snatching up a few fuel and power cells from his kitchen table and sliding them into his bracers as he went, eliciting a slight chirp in his ear as a few green notices appeared on his helmet's HUD to let him know the replenished state of his wrist-mounted blasters and flamethrower as he force-pulled his lightsaber off the coffee table and into his hand. Latching it to his belt as he made his way toward the boarding ramp.

...Pausing only for a second as he heard a loud, droidish screech from the cockpit. But carrying on soon afterward with what [i]must[/i] have been a shit-eating grin beneath that helmet of his as he heard the long-series of sweeping chirps and beeps that followed immediately afterward and put two and two together—

[color=orangered]"Yeah, you can just suck on that blue torpedo, you little shit..."[/color]

...Which, he realized, may have been an awkward thing to say out loud as his eyes turned forward again and found Talik waiting for him at the bottom of the ramp. Arms crossed and giving him a particularly sour expression... though he didn't let that bother him too much as he put his looped his thumbs into his belt and approached at a casual gait— the subtle twitching of her lekku telling him more of about what was going inside her head than her face ever would anyhow.

Coming to a stop in front of her, [i]juuuust[/i] at the part of the ramp that would leave them at roughly the same height (the twi'lek having a few inches on him most of the time, as she was oh-so-fond of reminding him), the Mandalorian finally spoke.  

[color=orangered][b]"Kept ya waiting, huh?"[/b][/color]