Xyshari. Lana.
"And just HOW in Ashla's name did you manage to get a ship, ra svet?"
Xyshari asked this as they walked along the coastline to the harbor. The blonde Sith woman merely laughed, shaking her head.
"I have my methods, my love," she said, turning slightly to tap the Cathar on the nose. The Cathar's reaction was something of instinct: her nose twitched slightly, and she made a soft snuffling noise as she shook her head suddenly, letting out a sharp mew.
"Do we really have to go with the charade of the Red Hulls again, though?" Xyshari asked. "I didn't have much time to prepare something of a cover."