Ara blinked with surprise at the mention of painting. It was always an odd talent for her to see in action. To have an image in one's head and place it down on a canvas of some sort in perfect detail, with each artist having various styles to make their work unique. "Painting? That's dope. I had a dude in Underworld teach me a bit about painting, though that was either for art on a speeder or against the side of a wall. I was never good with that, though." A smile formed as she studied the girl. "I'd like to see some of your stuff, once we get back home." She admitted gently as she sat back,
Upon hearing Iris' question, the Zabrak lit up like a Life Day tree. "Oh, me? I do a bunch of stuff. Podracing is my favourite, by far. It hits different, you dig? That rush as you get to the sound barrier, the sharp turns, knowing one move can be your last moment alive... it's something else." She explained happily. "But I, uh..." The smile faltered as a sense of embarrassment took over her. "Don't, uh... go around and tell everyone... but I've started to learn playing guitar. I'm far from actually being good with it... but it's something I always wanted to do, being able to make my own music. It's just weird. Apart from the rappers and hardcore bands I'm used to, playing music or artsy stuff like that's always been a kind of... "wimp" thing. I don't want people thinkin' I'm some softie, you know?" She snickered, scratching the back of her head.
After a while, the ship finally dropped out of hyperspace and the Smuggler's Moon filled the viewport in front of the two women. But instead of excitement or daring anticipation, a momentary feeling of dread took hold of the Zabrak as the millions of lights and polluted atmosphere stared back at her. She nearly forgot to steer the ship, clinging for dear life to the armrests of her seat, but she quickly snapped out of it and plastered on a smug look as she took hold of the controls. "You ready for this?" She asked Iris as she guided the ship into the atmosphere.