The Flow of Love

[Gar]

A soft giggle answered Unna's words as the familiar Zeltron nimbly stepped out into the open. "Who are you talking to down there?" Ni asked with a hint of amusement, the same grin and twinkle of mischief in her eyes. She was wearing something more elegant today, a mahogany cloth dress that hung just past her ankles, with leathers strapped around her waist and upper arms. One of these leathers was a belt that hugged her hips, her Jedi weapon hanging from it. "I tell you what, being left to man the ship while you guys had all the fun was really not nice. I just adamantly loathe spectator sports, so to soeak," her eyes wandered over Unna before lifting up to her gaze again, "But I guess this is the kind of spectator sport I could actually warm up to."