"Is it that obvious?" Mira grinned at him. Where she was from, women could assume positions of authority easily. She'd known many female generals, and her Jedi master was also a woman. Here, it seemed that women had the option of being fragile if they so chose. She'd never had that luxury.
When he mentioned that he had some cuts and bruises, she reached out and touched his arm. She gathered her thoughts, and breathed shallowly. The process of healing someone with the Force wasn't difficult, but it required a bit of concentration. "There. Better?"
Mira watched as Bobby poured her some of the whisky. She held it to her face, sniffing it for a moment before clinking her glass with his. She toseed it back herself, setting the glass down, and then grinning. "That tastes way better than juma, but yeah, the kick's about the same!" She grinned and grabbed the bottle, pouring herself a bit more.