(…) “i’m sure that as long as you pay for passage, the captain will be willing enough to keep you all aboard. but the payment might be higher than you’re willing to part with.” he can’t help the amused grin he sports at the end of his words, then nods his head over to the hallway and the rest of the ship. “so if your night wanderings have taken you to the underbelly, i’ll take it you’ve already explored everything else? perhaps you saw something that needs fixing?”
Rowan nodded, knowing that her knowledge of this kind of ship was extremely limited, if any. She’d spent her life in Coruscant quietly learning the ways of the Force with her Master until her Master disappeared before she could finish her training. Thankfully, her parents kept her well hidden, and years later, she was able to return to her training when Rey Skywalker found her by chance. She had spent her life poring over ancient texts and holocrons, seeking out knowledge and ancient secrets, and not attuning machinery in the underbelly of star cruisers. Not everyone was destined to be conduits of the Force, but it didn’t make them any less valuable. Without a mechanic, the ship wouldn’t be likely to fly as well as she did, but she kept those thoughts to herself.
They were finally back up, and Rowan turned to face him before they parted. She smiled at him when he teased her about considering whether or not he’d like to be called her friend. “Only if you’d like. I would never ask you to declare yourself my friend if you didn’t feel it,” she mused. Zuriel seemed like someone worth getting to know, but she wouldn’t push for it if he seemed disinterested or completely indifferent. The last thing Rowan wanted was to become a pest or a nuisance, asking impertinent questions and invading people’s personal spaces. No matter how much she liked their smiles.
Rowan noted the grin on his lips when he teased about the captain demanding payment. It was something she wondered– what was in it for Sal? Why keep these padawans on board when it was such a huge risk? He didn’t exactly seem like a humanitarian type, but Row went with it for now, as it was all they had. “How would you know about what I’m willing to part with?” she teased, tilting her head slightly. “But to answer your question, yes. I’ve explored a bit around the ship. Not everything, though. I’d been getting too tired out, although I’m feeling much better now. I haven’t seen anything that needs fixing, although some of the air filters should be changed. Maybe I could help with that sometime, since it seems I’ve got nothing but time on my hands for a while. Unless you prefer to work alone. I really don’t want to impose.”