[Lucretia that's sweet but also very, very sad. If Taako was better at saying real words here, maybe they could have a conversation about the difficulty of that trauma, but y'know. Words. Give him an hour.

He keeps letting his eyes drift over the area, but there isn't much else to look at while he talks.]

I dunno. Last time Lup n' I tried to talk to them they put us on a kill list, impaled me and murdered Krav, so like. I'm not saying I like the liches but I'll take a few more fuckin' swings at the asshole across the street.

[Not really wanting to just stand here, he wanders across the space uninvited and flops into the nearest chair. His body language signals familiarity, the way he can lounge out and take over a space with ease. It's weird to be doing it with her again, but so right, not just for this magic that's being thrust onto his mind.]

Neither of 'em do a very good job of being right. I'm just focused on getting everyone outta here with their heads intact. You think you're gonna take some real sides?