( it's almost disarming, and wanda wonders if she should be allowing herself to trust the overall picture and not her gut feeling. wanda has met more reassuring individuals in her life, built on the stirrups of confidence and arrogance, but something gentler than the preening of macho feathers is perhaps what she needs during these trying times.
there is still an ounce of reservation as he makes subtle references to his generosity. but, before she knows it, the jawa merchant comes along and this (kind) stranger is taking over the negotiations here.
suppose she will have to trust someone with more experience than her.
with a wordless nod, wanda pulls out the device that ticks away with credits, allowing for the scanner to transfer the credits to the jawa merchant. the color on the narrow screen goes from a healthy green to a wary orange, and wanda huffs, knowing that she ought to find a way to get some more before her resources deplete entirely. putting the device away into her bag, wanda then urges the stranger to follow her to where her ship is currently parked at. )
I have some tools you can use.
( it's not hard to notice the stranded ship, a colorful model, but one that's definitely a little older, put together with scraps and new gears. it's an amalgamation of mechanical generations; rocket made sure to provide her with something that wouldn't just randomly explode, and with the things they could acquire in knowhere? it's a pretty decent piece of junk
for a solo traveler, anyway, though wanda tries to ignore the extra seat at the cockpit that remains empty in her travels.
she motions at it, bringing out the key to the side door. )
no subject
there is still an ounce of reservation as he makes subtle references to his generosity. but, before she knows it, the jawa merchant comes along and this (kind) stranger is taking over the negotiations here.
suppose she will have to trust someone with more experience than her.
with a wordless nod, wanda pulls out the device that ticks away with credits, allowing for the scanner to transfer the credits to the jawa merchant. the color on the narrow screen goes from a healthy green to a wary orange, and wanda huffs, knowing that she ought to find a way to get some more before her resources deplete entirely. putting the device away into her bag, wanda then urges the stranger to follow her to where her ship is currently parked at. )
I have some tools you can use.
( it's not hard to notice the stranded ship, a colorful model, but one that's definitely a little older, put together with scraps and new gears. it's an amalgamation of mechanical generations; rocket made sure to provide her with something that wouldn't just randomly explode, and with the things they could acquire in knowhere? it's a pretty decent piece of junk
for a solo traveler, anyway, though wanda tries to ignore the extra seat at the cockpit that remains empty in her travels.
she motions at it, bringing out the key to the side door. )
This is it.