[That makes absolutely no sense. Maketh frowns, reaching for her glass again. The vodka feels good when she drinks, just enough of a bite and starting to slip into comfortable warmth.] I..see.
[Personal assistant, is he? And the kind that runs missions alongside mercenary. Perhaps he works for a certain clan like the Hutts. That makes him a touch more dangerous than she anticipated. Interesting.] Then tell me how you've survived such devices.
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[Personal assistant, is he? And the kind that runs missions alongside mercenary. Perhaps he works for a certain clan like the Hutts. That makes him a touch more dangerous than she anticipated. Interesting.] Then tell me how you've survived such devices.
[If he has information, then Maketh wants it.]