So far, he hasn’t shown much interest in the Alien.
He’s seen greater oddities, and she’s seems a little
too much like Tiran for her to be worth his while.
They’ve exchanged maybe a word or two in passing,
but nothing more.
Certainly not enough to warrant that reaction.
Anyone would be mortified to wake up in a bar, but
most people under his scrutiny just shift nervously
and maybe blush.
They don’t bolt.
Not unless he’s threatened them in the past, or
they’ve done something to inspire his fury. She had
been staring at him, he realizes -- which is why he
had turned to look at her in the first place. And im-
mediately he’s on high alert, wondering if he should
be checking his drink for poison.
Right in the place he should be safest!
He excuses himself from the bar, promising whoever
is working that he’ll be right back.
And then he follows Miri out onto the street -- silently,
and obscured in a cloak of magic that prevents him
from being seen. He doesn’t know what he expects to
find -- whether he will need to chase her down, exact
retribution for some crime she has committed against
him. He can think of no other reason why she might turn
tail and flee at the mere sight of him.
He does not expect this: the Twi’lek braced against the
Tavern wall, breathing hard, sparking fear against his
consciousness. And... pain?
His eyes narrow, and he turns on his heel and marches
straight back into the Tavern, dropping the invisibility
spell as he makes a beeline for Tiran.
“ Tiran... a moment, if you please. Your friend -- the blue-
skinned woman... ” He nods toward the door.
“ Is there something I ought to know about her? She saw
me and fled -- as though she had seen a particularly
malevolent ghost. I suspected treachery at first, but
I’m... not certain. ”
