Nar Shadda was not the ideal place for mechanical difficulties on a ship, but one could hardly choose when such things came about. Rather, Ivy thought to herself while kneading gloved hands at her temples, it was all a matter of luck. For some time the Merc had thought herself rather un-fortuitous with most things in life, and it was things like these that made her all the more certain of it.
Un-for-tui-tous.
Was that even a word?
It didn't matter and it wasn't going to fix her ship. Credits would - not currently an issue - but it was a set back she wasn't planning on.
"Looks like its bare bones until we get home, Lye," the woman muttered to her
hound presently lolling on the floor. He didn't seem to care, but he'd also just devoured an entire bantha haunch, the stench of which had permeated nearly every nook of the pilots den. Nose wrinkled, with a heavy sigh she pushed herself to her feet and stepped over the lazy beast. Two hours might be enough time to air the bird out.
Ivy pulled her traveling cloak over the bulk of her armor and nudged the tuk'ata with her booted foot.
"Get up, you're not messing on the ship again after that meal."
Moments later the mismatched pair stepped out into the sunlight and a short while later they walked through the entrance of the cantina. Under normal circumstances, in a civilized part of the galaxy, this might have warranted alarm. Tuk'ata were certainly not known for their lap-dog demeanors, but this was Nar Shadda, and Ivy had a smart little rhetoric prepared for anyone who might have a complaint. A short glance showed her there were already a small collection of beasts present, including a winged woman with a large bird.
"That," she tapped on Lye's snout, "is not food. Don't even think about it."
The hound sniffed, eyed the thing, and moved on with his belly gurgling. She took a seat at a vacant table not too far from where a cathar, a droid, and a woman inhabited a booth. Lye sat, smacked his maw and idly looked about, eyes settling upon [member="Cyrilla Ky'lik"]
"Nn, fried talip," Ivy said over a grunt as she perused the table menu, "I should have stolen a bite from your meal."