Jin leaned forward with interest, looking at the Corellian ship with an engineer’s eye. “It’s an antique!” She mentally cataloged the heaps of modifications, the wear and tear from decades of work. “... all of the antiques, apparently. But…” Unconsciously, she shifted closer, head tilting slightly to parse the worn paint on the side. [u]Something… Falcon.[/u] “She’s a [i]gorgeous[/i] old lady, Bastian. Full of stories. And dirt.” A sort of reverence was obvious in her voice.

The roar startled her, and she found herself pressing against Bast in a sudden attempt at defense. Once she realized it was just the Wookie’s voice, echoing down the halls of the ship, she relaxed.

“No way. Master Adam speaks Shyriiwook? He really does know everything…” Jin watched the reunion, fascinated. She hadn’t seen a Wookie since before the Academy, and her grasp on the language had gotten rusty. Growing up by a tradeport full of all sorts of folk, Jin could usually pick her way into trade or trouble in several languages. It came in handy. Now her attention was torn between getting to learn more about the Master as a person… and getting to look around that fascinating old ship. But she knew Bastian wouldn’t go for that. Maybe once they brought out the snacks, she’d tell him he could go back.

He wouldn’t. He never had. Even when the outcome was dangerous, when he knew trouble was ahead and said so, he was always at her back. It was nice, to have someone to rely on.

“...how long do you think they’ll be here?”