WHO: Sam Anders and Mirta Gev WHAT: They need to talk apparently. WHEN: Ten minutes after her graffiti post WHERE: Their office in the Lux RATING: Let's say PG13. There will be swearing but half of it's in Mando anyway. STATUS: In progress
Worried didn't even begin to cover it. Sam knew his girlfriend's speech patterns pretty well by now. Much of the time she stayed in English, with only an odd word here or there of Mandalorian slipping through. To post entire sentences in her native language made him very worried. As much as Sam had picked up some of it, he was having trouble translating much of what she meant.
Apart from Kriffing. That one he knew.
It took him less than ten minutes to get to the office, as he barely paused to nod a greeting to the guys behind the bar, setting up for the evening.
He was even slightly out of breath as he finally entered through the door, going straight to his girlfriend's side.
"Are you ok?" He brushed some of her hair back as he gently tilted her head up to get a good look at her.