She leans back from him, and offers a one-shouldered shrug.
At least for the moment, there doesn't seem to be trouble. And Hera can't quite help her curiosity.
A few minutes later, the Quarren returns, carrying a tray with two tall glasses. The drinks he's carrying look out of place in this cantina, the glasses gleaming, not smudged and dusty like everything else in sight. Fortuna accepts one of the drinks, that looks like green clouds hanging in some clear liquid, while the Quarren sits, and takes a sip of his own shimmering blue drink.
"And now,," Fortuna says in Huttese, once the Quarren sets down his glass. "About the order."
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At least for the moment, there doesn't seem to be trouble. And Hera can't quite help her curiosity.
A few minutes later, the Quarren returns, carrying a tray with two tall glasses. The drinks he's carrying look out of place in this cantina, the glasses gleaming, not smudged and dusty like everything else in sight. Fortuna accepts one of the drinks, that looks like green clouds hanging in some clear liquid, while the Quarren sits, and takes a sip of his own shimmering blue drink.
"And now,," Fortuna says in Huttese, once the Quarren sets down his glass. "About the order."