Rustbuckets will never go out of style.
Leenic chuckled softly to himself, noticing her smile and responding with one of his own. It was nice to see her finally break out of that hardened expression she had left on her face, and even if just for a moment, it almost did feel like they were back in the old days. He sighed softly, thinking back to when he was full of piss and vinegar, no cares in his mind about morality or whatnot, just in it for the next paycheck that he would inevitably spend on cool guns and fancy food."If the old Vizsla you left behind rambles so much, It'll be a wonder if your ears survive" She stifled a chuckle and actually smiled. A genuine smile, as she shook her head
It made him...almost sad to think back upon those times, seeing where he had ended up now. Not that it was exactly a worse place or anything, just...less bright.
"Ah, I see." He said, rubbing his chin as he clipped the saber back onto his belt. "And here I was thinking I'd get to go charging into the capital guns blazing. But, I hope I will make a worthy addition to this new 'sanctuary' of sorts, after all learners do need someone to teach them." He then watched as she passed by, raising a brow slightly at her subtle smile. "And I can pull more than my own weight when dealing with water barons. Force knows that I've got a few bones to pick with those guys anyway.""But I'm not ''reclaiming anything. 'cept maybe my freedom. My honor. No, Kranak Vizsla will remain Alor of this Clan now. He took up the mantle when no one else would, during my. Absence. And he's one of very few I trust to do it right"
He then walked back over to the table, picked up his helmet and stared into its visor, studying his reflection in it. "What a ride we've had, eh?" He said after a few moments, looking up at her with a half-smile on his face. "Gone from bounty hunters straight outta hell to...well...older and wiser Mandalorians. Not sure which is better in all honesty."