Message Sent

Rowan walk into the commons area seeing Ghost He walk over to her. Picking up on there conversation. “I have sworn an oath call the Mandalorian way of life a religion we believe it that strongly. There are only two ways you can see a Mandalorian’s face when he is dead or married. When you take the oath of a worrier no one can see your face. But yes, I do take it off in privet.” Rowan says to Ghost. He turns to look at the recycler. He plays with it some. Then look back at Ghost. Do you want to become a foundling join the Mandalorian’s?” Rowan asks Ghost.

Though she was a little confused, Ghost smiled up at Rowan from where she sat in the chair. "Well, I obviously don't want you dead. The way you kicked Ripper's ass was pretty hot and impressive." Tapping a finger against the key to her home, she looked away from him as that blush returned. "I'd be up for marriage, but I'd have to get to know you first." She laughed to make it sound like a joke, but refused to look at him as she thought back on the past four years of her life - of dealing with Ripper.

Shrugging, she smiled to him again and tried to change the subject. "So, if I were to become a foundling, do I have to wear a helmet too? I don't see my ears being comfortable." To emphasis her point, she perked those said ears up. "Also, I'm surprised none of you noticed this." She pointed toward her fluffy rabbit tail that wagged slightly.

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VT-L2 whistled innocently as Ripper stared him down. "Miss Quint. She just wants me to send her message!"

Blinking with a sigh, Ripper waved off the little droid. "Fine, she was nice enough to help."

With a happy squeal, VT-L2 sent the message and rushed to Quint to give her the good news.