"Longshot could work, but who uses callsigns outside of a ship. I'm just gonna keep calling you ramik'ad if thats okay"
The bartender began to pour them both a glass of some brown liquid and slid it across to them.
At his murmur in her ear though Mirta raised an eyebrow, least she hadn't been wrong about the fact this guy was blatantly flirting with her. She wondered how Jaina would react to a message from her that didn't include something about killing her brother and instead asked the Jedi for advice. She couldn't get home and Ghes...