Jen
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While beer was not the drink she favored the most, it did give a good contrast to all the caffeine and sugar enhanced beverages she had poured into her body all evening to keep her game on top during the tournament. With a last gulp followed by a deep breath to get the taste of controlled decay out of her mouth, she put the still filled can back onto the table and began to scoop up more of the noodles from the box in front of her, first stopping eating once Marcus started talking once again.
It was quite clear that while she perhaps did not look like a person to have ever been a part of a formal high-class gathering -her eyes showing the natural signs of having lived a tough life in the lesser nice parts of the galaxy-, she certainly did not eat like your typical underworld hoodlum. She had through her time in the Ravens to thank for most of her manners, at least those remaining or those she cared about.
“Sort of, us Ryn don’t really like to settle you know. We just move where ever we want to go.” It was not really the truth. Despite the fact she rarely slept the same place more than once a night each week, she rarely left Nar Shaddaa let alone Hutt Space. Having turned her gaze to look at him while she was talking, she finally seemed to have spotted his drink. “Oh what is-…” She stopped mid-sentence, a pale, black inked hand already halfway extended towards the can as if ready to take a sip from it when she had frozen mid motion. The friendly expression that had been visible on her face moments ago had suddenly been washed away, her expression almost cold, disgusted even as she read and re-read the label, looking up towards Marcus afterwards, her hand lazily having shifted from pointing at the can to point at Marcus, her expression almost judging. “Why the kark are you drinking that sort of garbage?”
It was quite clear that while she perhaps did not look like a person to have ever been a part of a formal high-class gathering -her eyes showing the natural signs of having lived a tough life in the lesser nice parts of the galaxy-, she certainly did not eat like your typical underworld hoodlum. She had through her time in the Ravens to thank for most of her manners, at least those remaining or those she cared about.
“Sort of, us Ryn don’t really like to settle you know. We just move where ever we want to go.” It was not really the truth. Despite the fact she rarely slept the same place more than once a night each week, she rarely left Nar Shaddaa let alone Hutt Space. Having turned her gaze to look at him while she was talking, she finally seemed to have spotted his drink. “Oh what is-…” She stopped mid-sentence, a pale, black inked hand already halfway extended towards the can as if ready to take a sip from it when she had frozen mid motion. The friendly expression that had been visible on her face moments ago had suddenly been washed away, her expression almost cold, disgusted even as she read and re-read the label, looking up towards Marcus afterwards, her hand lazily having shifted from pointing at the can to point at Marcus, her expression almost judging. “Why the kark are you drinking that sort of garbage?”
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