ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ɢᴜɴ
It would be slow, considering the state of this young mandalorian, but she would begin to feel an odd comfort in the Zeltron's presence and show evidence accordingly. For one, she was wasn't break eye contact as much. And for two, she was taking deeper, slower breaths while she nodded gently in understanding.
“If you want, once we finish we can go somewhere private and just talk. I’d be willing to do that as well.”
"Mm. Yeah, I guess I'd like that" She gives a melancholy smile from the corner of her lip.
“You never talk to anyone about your feelings do you?”
One that was sadly quick to fade then, followed by another short break in eye contact as she eyed up her drink again. Though, Mattali might feel as one of the Twi'lek's leather-clad fingers began to gently grip at one of her own.
"I-"
. . .
"no."
She looked almost more confused than uncomfortable now, having never really thought about it before.
"I think... I think they were more interested in a soldier than a child, when they made me, I-"
"The chip," Tayl glanced back for just a moment, hesitantly reaching up to the back of her head to rhythmically tap her fingers once or twice.
"It doesn't make them go away, It just...? It makes them more quiet. Most of them, anyway. There's a few that aren't regulated, I think. It makes me feel safe, but it doesn't keep me from feeling... Something, I dunno"