Soloman’s stomach cringed at the Twi’lek’s fetish comment. In truth, if he didn’t feel obligated to care for the two idiots in his ship - he probably wouldn’t have minded the comment. Yet, he couldn’t help himself reddening - though he wouldn’t let them notice. He grunted as he moved past Sam towards the exit -
“I just remembered where I put that bounty tracker.”, he with a rushed annoyance.
“And she isn’t my daughter.”, he said as he disappeared into the expanses of the ship - likely to escape them both.
