@nessarhet
jaedah godkiller strides onto his ship looking like hell, hair in disarray, thick black combat boots thundering across the metal, the transporter on his wrist sparking and short-circuiting as he rips it off and tosses it onto the small messroom table. his curses down at himself as he notices a large tear in the end of his long jacket, making quick work to yank it off and chuck it across to the other side of the room-- which is exactly when he notices nessa, making herself at home in his kitchenette. and making a kriffing mess.
“what in the hells are you doing?” he snaps, which he already suspects isn’t going to get him a logical answer, even if she has a logical reason for being there, raiding through his stores other than she’s just hungry. nessa is the type of woman to take what she wants, no holds barred, whether that be life, limb, or someone else’s food. him being a pirate, it’s a mindset he can understand. “whatever you’re eating, make it two.” he goes over to a wall-console and opens a small compartment of first-aid, deciding he’ll probably need some antiseptic on the newly-made cut across his side. it’s not bleeding, but since it comes from a lightsaber, he’s not surprised it hurts like hell. “just tell me you didn’t break a window or something to get in here.”
