the rowdy cantina is crowded with patrons, drinks sloshing, music blaring, all the lights and sounds of a good night for most... not all. in the corner, din lingers like an unwanted shadow, his silence and unwillingness to participate in the merriment keeping much of the party as far away from him as possible. that never deters someone like emma, however, who seems to ease through the crowd in no time, wander into his space, and interrupt din's silence with a greeting of her own. fancy running into you here. so offhand, like it doesn't matter to her, like her aloof nature and small smile are as easy as breathing. din can relate. his helmet tilts to the left in silence, waiting... until he finally decides to humor her comment with a response. "you've been busy." he's heard rumors, drunken stories told in bars just like this, all with a tale to spin about the mysterious blonde woman in question. she's dangerous, most say, and din would agree. "they were talking about you in here last night." it's surprisingly kind for him to acknowledge that — he could let his old associate find out for herself, but din is... often kinder than he lets on. secretly. especially when it comes to those who can kick his ass. "might want to watch yourself when you leave, make sure no one follows you out." his helmet tilts again as he eyes her. "let me know if you need an escort."
