Sirka turned her gaze slowly down to the Weequay, though she did not many any move to help him. She sighed, shaking her head and downing the drink that he had poured for her. She did not quite know what motivated him, but he still seemed like quite the fool to her.
Delni finally took interest in what her sister was doing when she heard the thud of the man hitting the floor. She stood up next to Sirka as the droid was approaching, looking down at him as well. “Sirka, what happened this time? Did you knock him out?”
Sirka gave Delni a look out of the corner of her eye. “No, I didn’t knock him out. He knocked himself out.”
“Really? And how’d he do that?”
Pausing briefly, Sirka looked over at the large, still mostly-full glass of alcohol on the table. She took it in her own hand and let out a huff. “Stupidity.”
Sirka slowly, lethargically spun her stool around and planted her feet on the ground, pushing herself up with the drink in hand. She saw the droid, evidently a friend of the Weequay, and shrugged. “Hard to be bothered by free drinks.” She said, grunting out a laugh. “Don’t know why I’m his type, but…whatever.”
The conversation was interrupted by a small, floating droid which flew up to Sirka, almost uncomfortably close to her face. Unlike the humanoid droid, she recognized this one as one of Koren’s, which was immediately confirmed by its message of: “Master Koren will see you now”.
“Hmph, that was quick.” Sirka muttered to herself. She had honestly expected a bit more time to relax. Regardless, she wanted to get her payment, so she was not going to be keeping Koren waiting. “I’ll be back here when I can, sis. Or back to our room, depending. Anyways, try to stay on the ship this time, yeah?”
Sirka started to step past the Trandoshan, who had quite obviously been with the droid that was now dealing with the Weequay. That, and his scent, suggested they knew each other. Sirka raised up her large glass towards the Trandoshan as she passed by him. “When he wakes up, thank him for the drink for me.” She commented as she continued on her way.
Delni, however, did not leave. She stood over the Weequay looking to make sure he was still breathing for a few moments before turning her attention to the droid. There was a certain curiosity in her eyes as she looked it over. She was not examining it as a whole, but rather its parts and mechanisms. When she stared into its optical sensors, it was more like she was trying to stare at the electronics behind the lenses. “You’re an…interesting droid, aren’t you? You’ve got this certain look about you. You’re a combat model, right?”