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“Thanks,” Areeda spoke feeling a bit more at ease asking the woman after she smiled at her. Still, the furrowed brow had thrown her off, and the impulse was there. Apologize or else. She’d done nothing wrong, she could ask to be handed something instead of getting in someone’s way. Recovery was hard.

“Sorry,” She smiled through it, looking embarrassed but feeling... worse than that. You are important, she told herself. You matter. You are valued and needed with the Resistance. She poured a spot of milk in with her own tea and placed the container near Ro to put back where it was behind her on the shelves again. 

“What... kind of tea is that?” She spoke unsure of herself, attempting to make conversation, attempting not to sound so awkward. Attempting to pull herself out of bad, needless, old habits.

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She looked young. To him anyway. She probably wasn’t as old as all that and the kids he knew when he was a kid... Empire and Rebel alike had been fighting for so long. Depending on where you were, even in the Empire’s fall, some where still fighting. The First Order didn’t seem new. There would always be a Resistance to people like that.

Reeve never expected to be a real part of that. Of course, Roslin had been helping behind his back for months with the cargo runs on his frequent ‘vacations’ which he somehow came back with more money than he’d left with. But now, they were both in this mess. Reeve was taking a much needed bar break with the practical assembly line of droids he was helping the Resistance base repair.

“I meant the drink.” Reeve held the glass of rather swampy green liquid in his hand, using the same hand to point at the similar drink in front of her. However there were various shots and drinks on the bar that didn’t appear to belong to anyone or had been left... Maybe it wasn’t hers. The bartender droid probably needed looking at too... The nervousness she referred to, he was sure it wasn’t about the drink. 

“No.” He answered bluntly before taking the shot. He made a face, and his right arm slammed against the bar top. It was metal, an augmentation. Functional, not fancy, at least not at first glance. There were designs etched in of all shorts against the metal, mostly just decorative, nothing telling about the man who wore them. 

“That tastes awful. Don’t drink that. I honestly think there might’ve been motor oil in there...”

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“Ooh, a L.T. no less. Pleasure to met you, Ro. I’m Roslin Kash, business owner of Brightwater and Kash: Augmentation and Droid Repair. I like to do a little cargo work on occasion. Just doing my part,” Ros stuck out his own finely crafted, shiny, augmented arm for her to shake his hand. In fact, all of their limbs were augmented, but the right arm was obviously newer, modified and updated. The others were fine and functional, still good work, but even repaired here and there and perhaps older than herself.

He motioned to the few aliens he was chatting with, towards the Sullustan junior officer, who looked a bit embarrassed as Ros spoke, “Tein Shiv here tells me you’re a crack shot with that fancy modded blast of yours. Care to make a wager? I’m something of a marksman myself.”