Private The Sticky Scenario of the Second Jammy Bastard

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

It had been three weeks since the mechanics had told her that the Jammy Bastard was kaput.

It had been two weeks since Jacquetta had confirmed that was true with her own investigation.

It had been three days since she had finally admitted to herself that the Bastard was too far-gone to patch and repair. The last run had ruptured the coolant system, and it was more than the ship was worth to replace it -- orders of magnitude more. So she wandered the ship one last time, retrieving the personal effects, the clothes, the little things that accumulated in a ship when that ship was also your home. When she had finished that, she stashed it all in the trunk of her rented speeder and went to find the stationmaster. He knew a guy who knew a guy, apparently, who would give her a fair price for the scrap. It wasn't safe to travel in the ship while it was being towed, so JJ bid it a fond farewell and then turned back to the speeder.

An hour later, she arrived at the junkyard. She didn't know the name of the man she would be dealing with, and she was a little early, so she began to wander, perusing the scrapyard. It had been from a scrapyard that she had obtained the Jammy Bastard, and she suspected that it may be from a scrapyard that she pulled its successor. Funds were no issue this time around, but she liked the idea of giving a derelict a new life. There was something circular and cyclical about the whole thing. From death, life. From life, death. Maybe it was just the several long draughts from her hip-flask that had her waxing poetic. Maybe it was genuine emotion. Who could say what was true?

A long coat draped over her petite figure like a cape, and she had traded her greasy coveralls for a simple black top and leggings. She looked like someone who could conduct business rather than someone who could whack a machine with a wrench until it did her bidding. JJ considered it mourning clothing, and felt very much like a black cloud had followed her that day, even as she examined the scrap and junk in the yard, her dark eyes darting this way and that, looking for something that might be promising.

 

[Kasra Priest]

Jacquetta Janvrin

Since Janvrin was early she got a few minutes to herself to browse.

The scrapyard itself was pretty standard.

Lots of junk- old tech in various disrepair, vehicles, bunch of freighters and starships. Which made sense since Cloud City was an atmospheric outpost. Whenever a ship was scrapped? It turned up here or in a few other junkyards around the city. This one was the closest to the spaceport however. Which meant a lot of the prime scrap came around here.

It was convenient and the proprietor knew what he was doing.

The fact that Kasra never asked questions? Well, that meant the more clandestine parts of the OPA were very willing to deal with him. It was no surprise to him that someone reached out for a contact.

"Ma'am," She'd hear the footsteps first coming from farther in the 'yard to her. "-Janvrin, I reckon? Welcome to mah abode. Sorry to hear ya ship have seen better days." A stretch. Priest was wearing some regular attire. Nothing too fancy. Good fabric though, comfortable boots, strong working overall. Compared to Janvrin he was positively laborous.

Then again.

The way his eye cast up and down appreciatively?

Was an excellent choice of attire on her part.

"Ya see anything to ya liking yet?"

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

Jacquetta turned when she heard someone approaching, her tightly-braided ponytail whipping around her shoulders. Her eyes narrowed at the man approaching, going positively slitted when he called her "ma'am." "Jacquetta Janvrin," she confirmed, extending a gloved hand when he got within range. "Please call me JJ." Just as his eyes gave her a once over, Jacquetta was appraising the man in front of her. Tall; she had to crane her neck to take him all in when he was close. He looked fit, though that might just have been the industrialized garb.

There was only so much an industrial coverall could do for a man, but this was working well for him. "Mr. Priest, I presume?" she said, dropping the name that she had been given by the contact that had recommended this yard.

"You live here?" Jacquetta asked, casting her gaze around the scrapyard. She tried to keep the judgment from her voice but wasn't sure she had succeeded. True, as junkyards went, this one seemed to have the least offensive smell. That meant he probably dealt mostly with scrap. The proximity to the spaceport said that made sense. Some people treated a scrapyard like a landfill, and the resulting smell was... troubling. Not so here, apparently.

The roar of a repulsorcraft took her attention, and she turned to see the Jammy Bastard being towed towards the yard. Her stomach knotted and her face fell. She glanced at Kasra Priest and then back to her ship. "Haven't really started yet. I'd like to know what you'll give me for this before I start shopping. How does this work, anyway?"

 

[Kasra Priest]

"Sure, JJ it is. And yah, Kasra Priest is me. Pleasure is mine too." Accepting her extended hand and giving it a shake.

Hands clean. No oil.

Sure, this was the environment for that, but Kasra wasn't a numb-nut tech who didn't pull his head out of the gears. He enjoyed the work. It was nice working with his hands, working with new (if old) tech coming in and doing things with them all day. Far cry from being shot at from every angle. It was a better life than Mandalore had provided him, no?

Maybe it wasn't as exciting ... and maybe he didn't make much of a difference... but maybe that wasn't needed.

A laugh there. "Aye, JJ, that I do. But I got a nice building out back. Keep it clear from the scrap." Letting go of her hand as they both went to look at Janvrin's ship being hauled in.

Eyes casting appreciative at the shape. Almost as appreciative as the turn JJ had received a minute ago.

"Well- usually I'd grind ya to the bone during the haggling." A light joke there, before looking back at her. "-but ya be OPA and ya bosses an' me got an understanding going. I will give ya a fair price, eh? Enough ya can afford a replacement around these parts."

Finger tapped his nose there.

"Gotta keep ORION happy to keep mah own privileges intact. Let's go take a look at ya ol' ship."

Jacquetta Janvrin

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

Jacquetta's eyes narrowed again as she tried to place the man's unusual accent. Peculiar. "Do you prefer Kasra, or Priest?" she asked as they shook hands. Her nose twitched as she appraised his features, then when he released her hand she put her hands in her pockets. They approached her ship, and JJ was struck by what a jalopy it looked from the outside. It had been torn apart, inside and out, to diagnose the problems and to determine whether it could be saved. Now, its body broken and being towed in like a wounded beast, the Jammy Bastard looked like it had been badly mistreated.

"It's had a rough couple of months," Jacquetta said defensively. "Most of its systems are in good working order, but the coolant system is shot to hell. It's always been finicky, but it blew months back and all the patching and maintenance in the world wasn't enough to keep it from failing." She chewed the inside of her cheek and sighed. "It was a good ship. Got me out of a lot of tough scraps. Always did what I asked. Very roomy for cargo hauling."

As they approached the ship, JJ folded her arms around her midsection. If the truth was told, JJ wouldn't have minded being ground to the bone during the haggling process. He was exactly the kind of man she would have engaged in some aggressive negotiations in the years before she had gone respectable. So instead of commenting on his description, JJ merely smiled enigmatically and said: "That's what I've heard - that you'd give me a fair shake. But don't worry, I understand business is business. I won't rat you out to the boss men if we can't agree."

She gestured towards the ramp. "Do you want to see the inside?"

 

[Kasra Priest]

A shrug there.

"Hey, it's a beauty, I have worked with enough frames I can see past the aesthetics." The ruined ones. Because yeah, whoever had done the inspecting had really torn through the ship. Was kinda sad to see. It would never be something he could see in action. Well, except if he repaired it, but the amount of money to pour into that project...

Sadly didn't have that kind of cash.

Smirking there, "Well, I won't shake you down, but I might just run you through your paces then with that in mind." Kasra winked and then nodded. "Yeah, I'd love to. Show me the goods."

He'd gesture for her to lead the way.

Since it was still her ship for the moment. The least Priest could do was give her the opportunity to show off a bit. "Oh, either is fine, I suppose. Priest is a bit biblical however. Do me some Kasra and we will be good." That was the issue with trying to pinpoint his accent. It kept shifting around. One moment it felt positively Outer Rim.

Terminus bred.

Then ya can feel some Tatooine injected into it. It wasn't clear how on purpose it was.

Jacquetta Janvrin

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

A confidential smile tugged at JJ's lips; she suspected that this junkyard tycoon had some inkling of her internal monologue. Her eyes probably gave her away. It was always the eyes. "I look forward to it. This way." Jacquetta led the way up the ramp, pausing at the top to shrug out of her coat and hang it on the hook on the right. "I plucked this ship from a scrapyard on Corellia," Jacquetta explained as she turned towards the right. "I'm sure you don't need to be told, from the shape, that she started her life as a YT-1300. Not quite as flashy as some of the newer models, but she had it where it counts. Crew quarters, but we mostly used it for storage," she said, gesturing to the open door on the right. "Fresher still works, though."

She led the way around the circular ship, pausing to palm open the next door. "Captain's quarters. I kept it tidy, as you can see." Gone were the personalized touches, the photos stuck around the desk and bunk with sticky-tack, the stylish throw tossed over the back of the desk chair, the lotions and soaps and shampoos from the shower. It could have been anyone's ship, now. The thought made her sink, sighing internally. She turned back to Kasra and shrugged. "Nothing fancy, but it got the job done. And of course, it comes with all the standard modifications. Mag-locked secret compartments under our feet, built into the walls in some places. The compartments under the bunks and the toilet tanks are shielded to smuggle contraband and not look too out of place. "

They continued along. "Cockpit's through there. The usual upgrades and we did a cable management overhaul last year, so it should be good on power wiring issues for five years at least." The next door was another crew quarters, this time clearly used for storage. "Crew lounge - gaming table and kitchenette work fine. Escape pod, cargo, more cargo, and we've got the cooler. The weapons work fine. The starboard torpedo launcher sometimes gets a little bit finicky but otherwise no issues. The only problem is with the damn coolant system."

Jacquette perched on an empty cargo crate and looked up at Kasra. "What do you think? I'm looking to invest in something smaller. Maybe a little nicer. My current line of work doesn't require me to haul a lot of cargo. I carry smaller things that require a little finesse, not big crates. Maybe something in the luxury craft line. Thoughts?"

 

[Kasra Priest]

Somewhere between the light flirting and stepping into the ship Kasra had pulled up a datapad.

As the tour went he'd write down a comment here and there.

Thoughts he got while looking, write down some of the comments she made. Also write out the specs of the ship. Whenever Kasra got a total wreckage he didn't bother with this. What was the point? It would only be good for the metal. This one? Well, it wasn't in great shape, but it was in shape. Which meant that maybe there would be a buyer for it.

Plenty of people who went in for the old school ships of yore.

Big pockets, needing a change of scenery? Why not. "Yeah, it's a shame that without the coolant this beauty is a flying time bomb." Kasra sighed, before petting the hull of it. "Definitely a great ship."

A grin there.

"Oh, wait, I should be underselling it, no?" Winking before nodding to himself. "Yeah, I got a few of those. One or two light freighters. The whole chit with the bombs last week gave me some new stuff too. One of the dry yards collapsed." A stretch before he gestured for her to follow. "Think I got just the thing ya might dig."

"You want speed or durability? Both is better, but sadly it's a choice dis time around."

Jacquetta Janvrin

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

Jacquetta smiled wanly. "Yeah, you're not so good at this. But it's probably for the best; I know what I've got here. Even without the coolant system, the scrap alone is worth... well. We know what it's worth." The young woman stood when she was beckoned and followed him, circling around the Jammy Bastard - for all she knew, for the last time. She scooped up her coat and hauled it over her shoulders like a cape and followed him down the ramp, giving the ship one last long, lingering look before continuing along the path.

"I can do a little bit about each of them," said JJ as she resumed her pace next to Kasra. "I guess it will have to depend on how much of each they have." She put her hands on her hips, pushing her coat out in the process as she looked at the ground thoughtfully. "Show me the durable one first, I guess."

His accent was impossible to nail down. She wondered if that was by design. Did he sense that she was curious about it and was taking steps to remain incognito? Was Kasra Priest even his real name? But it wasn't terribly important, she supposed. His origins were not especially important to the transaction at hand.

"Please?" she added, offering a pleasant smile to add some etiquette to her request.

Kasra Priest

 

[Kasra Priest]

"Oh, well, if you are saying please." He murmured with a smirk, before gesturing her to follow him deeper into the 'yard.

It was a mess out there.

Bops and pieces of tech. Interwoven with more regular things, furniture, heaps of regular vehicles that would never fly even if they wanted to. Still, a practiced eye could see that even with that crap? This was a more specialized junkyard. You didn't see thirty stacks of fridges around. No stinking heaps of compost.

Most of it could have a use.

Which, combined with his ever-shifting accent, added up to one interesting individual. The paths were winding. It would be difficult to find your way around, unless you were aware of the route.

Maybe JJ would realize that without him? It would be a schutta of a time to get out again.

"Got this one," Turning the corner and there was one bulky freighter. "Not very fast, but it can take a beating and then some." Casually describing it as they approached it. There was some rust on it, but a tarp covered most of it. Kept the rain out. It was about the size of a light freighter from the look of it. Pretty roomy and potentially comfortable.

"Can show you inside, if the outer looks fine to ya?"

A glance over his shoulder to her. Brushing the line of her tattoo burned into her skin. That was quite unique, he wondered what the story was with it.

Jacquetta Janvrin

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

It was not lost on Jacquetta that although she knew roughly where on Bespin she was, in the territory of the scrapyard she wouldn't have been able to find her way back to the entrance if something should happen. Not that she expected this Priest fellow to try anything. He said it himself; now that Bespin was in the OPA's territory (such as it was), he would rely on ORION and the larger OPA's good graces for the privileges he currently enjoyed. Besides, she didn't get a predatory vibe from him; he could stand to make a few credits off her, and the goodwill gravy would keep flowing his way.

Still, it was unsettling. The paths wound around, maybe crisscrossing each other. The junk they were passing now looked a little like the junk they had passed a few moments before. They stopped abruptly at a boxy freighter, partially under a tarp. Her eyes scanned from one side to the other, then back again, Her eyebrows lowered, skepticism writ across her forehead. "Hm," she said simply, the noise coming from the back of her throat like a grunt. "'Fine' is a bit of a stretch," said Jacquetta dryly. "But you know what they say about one man's trash," she concluded.

She followed him closer, brushing a few strands of black hair away behind her ear as she approached the entrance. "Yes, please. Let's have a look." From the outside, it was no contender to replace the Jammy Bastard, but who could say what would happen once they got inside? She cleared her throat and shook away the cobwebs, then looked over at him. "You got a ship? What do you fly?"

Kasra Priest

 

[Kasra Priest]

"Please. This is the finest tank of a ship you will find this side of the Galaxy." Drawled there easily in response. "It will tank a turbo battery at short-range and still getcha where ya gotta be. If it dun' I will eat mah hat."

He wasn't wearing a hat.

Also- if it couldn't? There wouldn't be anything left to tell him, so that Kasra could buy and then eat a hat. The mischievous grin JJ saw on him? Said he knew all of the above already. He pulled off the tarp, once Janvrin indicated she wanted to see the inside. "It was used as an armored transport." Relayed over his shoulder as he got busy with it, at some point enlisting her help too.

There getting closer to one another.

Had to, of course, to get the tarp off. It had other benefits, but that wasn't here nor there.

"The inside is made to be difficult to breach, even more to take once boarded." Once they got inside? She saw what he meant. It was specifically made to counter any potential borders. Multiple points of ambush, difficult passages to get through with more than two sentients. It wasn't exactly a luxury liner, that was for sure.

Very good quality inside though.

"Oh, I got a pretty lass myself that I ride. Got it from a pazaak game, tale as ol' as sin. Mebbe I will show ya later today." A wink there. Not offering anymore details for the moment.

"So, whatcha think of this beaut? Something ya like or nah."

Jacquetta Janvrin

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

"You're not wearing a hat," Jacquetta said dryly. "Anyway, my style is finesse. If someone's shooting turbolasers at me at point-blank range, I've done a bad job already. But I've done a bad job plenty of times already, so it's not, you know, out of the realm of possibility that I'll do it again." Her eyes traced the ship, and she pitched in when asked to help remove the tarp. She was glad that she had deployed gloves now.

"What kind of crew does a ship this size take to run effectively?" she asked once they had gotten the tarp down. She helped him fold it, like a gigantic bed sheet. When it was done and they were heading up to the ship, JJ peeled her gloves off and jammed them into a coat pocket so that she wouldn't get muck or rust or whatever else may have been on the tarp on the interior of the ship. She followed him up the boarding ramp, boot heels clicking rhythmically on the deckplates.

"It definitely looks sturdy," JJ conceded to his question. But she wasn't ready to commit to anything until she knew more. It did look sturdy, but if it was so sturdy and well-built, there had to be a reason that it was up on concrete blocks in this scrapyard. Although, the more she spoke to this Priest fellow, the more she suspected that the man had his ways. She studied his profile for a moment as he described the ship's features. Who are you? It was the question she wanted to ask but instead, she asked something more pragmatic: "Why is it here?"

The other unasked question -- the pragmatic unasked question -- was: what's wrong with the thing?

Kasra Priest

 

[Kasra Priest]

Finger gunning her once.

"Exactly. Gotta be prepped for any and all possibility, this be good for that for sure." A grin there. Playing and loving the game. The back, forth, in between and everything else. "Then again, I do definitely see whatcha say about da finesse," That last part murmured. Like it was a little secret between the two of them being shared.

"Optimally? About four, I'd reckon, but if ya get ... two droids? Should do the trick too." Which wasn't optimal, if she was used to running solo, but that was the cost of a sturdy ship.

Slower, less maneuverable, so you had to compensate with more eyes on the prize.

Or... sensor arrays, anyway.

An ah there. Coming to the question at hand. Nodding along, as he leaned a little bit on one of its landing gear axles. "Got unlucky with this one." Kasra said with a little sigh. "-was supposed to hang onto it for a little while. Pretty solid bounty hunter. Just until they were done with a job... sadly they got themselves killed, so."

A shrug there.

"Here we are. Then again, if ya decide ya want it, I guess you will be lucky." A wink there. "Wanna see the other one? Will be more up your... speed, so to speak. Agile little thing."

Jacquetta Janvrin

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

JJ nodded. "I've got some friends," she said. "Well, crew anyway." The onetime smuggler smirked enigmatically, her eyes cutting to one side self-consciously. She could scare up a crew of four, or use droids, so that would be well within her grasp. "Good to know."

The story Kasra told about this bounty hunter took a bit of spring from her step. "Well... that's horrible," she said, her tone matter-of-fact. Her eyes cast around the ship and she wondered whether the hunter would haunt his ship. JJ knew that if she were to die, the Jammy Bastard would be her haunting ground. "I hate to profit from the death of another," she said quietly, her voice thoughtful. "But I suppose if someone must profit, it might as well be us. But yeah," she confirmed. "I think I'd like to see the other one."

She gathered her coat around her like a cloak and prepared to set off again. The light tone was back, the flickering darkness of the conversation evaporating. She cast a glance over her shoulder at him, her lips turning up with a sly smile. "Wouldn't you like to know what my speed is, Kasra Priest?"

Kasra Priest

 

[Kasra Priest]

Jacquetta Janvrin

A shrug there as they walked.

"That be life sadly." Very matter-of-fact tone. "At the very least she died holding a gun, facing her enemy and taking a couple of 'em with. That's more than most of us can hope for." A grim assessment of human life, but then again... Kasra Priest had been living most of his life a Mandalorian. Even now that he has forsaken them it made sense how he looked at life.

Nodding his acceptance they set off into the direction of the second ship.

This one was better taken care of. Hiding in one of the decrepit buildings scattered across the junkyard. Some had been workshops, others storage facilities, dumps, the works.

A smirk there.

"Oh, I'd enjoy getting up to speed on ya speed, am sure of da." Teasing straight back. "Maybe afterwards I will show ya da ship and ya can show me ya velocity."

Looking on over and winking there. An easy invitation, one should decline just as well, but it was made in all interest.

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

"Please believe I'm going to see your ship, one way or the next," said Jacquetta. "You've got me curious, and you can tell a lot about a man by the ship he flies and how it's cared for."

They continued on in companionable silence for a few moments, then Jacquetta's curiosity got the better of her. "How long have you been out here?" she asked, gesturing broadly to the scrapyard that unfolded around them. "You mentioned having to keep ORION happy to keep operating, but this looks too... what's the word?" She groped the air, fingers flexing as if she could pluck the right word from the ether. "Established. It looks too established to have been set up that recently."

She paused. "Then again, it doesn't seem realistic that the First Order would have allowed something like this to go on unregulated." She raised an eyebrow, her perfect smokey-eye makeup distorting a little at the angle. "Why, Mr. Priest, I have to wonder if I'm consorting with some kind of criminal, now." They approached the next ship, and Jacquetta found herself wondering if this one would need its tarp removed, too. The bulk of her long coat hid the shiver of her frame.

"What's this one all about?" she asked pleasantly, her voice almost a sing-song as she half-turned to Kasra.

Kasra Priest

 

[Kasra Priest]

"Oh, well, I do like your confidence."

Truth to be told she'd definitely see his ship.

After all, it was his token of pride, and he really wanted to show it off. It wouldn't do to tell her that, of course. Had to keep some mystique to it. They walked in silence for a while, which was just as well. Nothing wrong with some comfortable silence. Enjoy the walk itself. The company and presence. People were far too eager to fill these voids with chit just for the sake of it.

A small smile once she asked the question.

"You are quite the inquisitive one, arentcha?" He murmured there, very bemusedly. "Then again- ya be part of ORION, so it would be weird if ya weren't that. Part of the job description et all?"

For a moment it would seem like he wouldn't give an answer. Just laugh it off with a joke. Then, after a few more steps, Kasra laughed again. "I was... am, I suppose, a bounty hunter. Got this lil' enterprise as a reward for a big job I pulled a few months back. Which also put me on the map with ORION." It had been a surprising turn of events. First the junkyard. Since Kasra had been assuming on a pay day. Then ORION coming knocking. He scratched his jaw in thought there. A slow smirk there. "No criminal here, JJ, upright and in the sun."

He unlocked the door to the warehouse and let her go in first.

The ship itself wasn't covered in tarp. No need for it. There was good ventilation here (surprisingly) and enough room for the ship. It was a sleek one, less of a cargo hauler and more of a race runner.

"This one? Mmm, a beauty in its own right. Fast, maneuverable. In and outta the atmosphere. Not a lot of room for big cargo, but like ya said that ain't a big concern for ya." Stepping up and touching the nose there, before glancing over his shoulder. "Ya wanna take a look inside? A bit... tight, but should do well enough."

A smile there.

Jacquetta Janvrin

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

If JJ was skeptical of Priest's response to her question about criminal intent, she didn't show it. She lifted a brow and nodded in a roundabout way, signaling a general acceptance of the man's explanation. Really, it was money laundering by any other name, she thought. Someone brought in scrap, traded it for credits or more valuable scrap, which was in turn traded for credits or valuable scrap. She gathered ORION used the yard as a dumping ground for inconvenient ships belonging to inconvenient people.

Or not. As the case may be.

She stood by and watched as he unlocked the door to the warehouse, then walked in after he beckoned her. She wasn't expecting to be impressed, and so she didn't look up at the ship right away. Instead, her gaze lifted slowly as the lights came up, and boy, was the delayed gratification ever worth it. Her eyes drank in the ship in. It was beautiful -- the kind of sleek that you just knew was fast. It would be shiny after a good wash and polish. She took a few ambling steps towards it, her eyes widening as if she could take in the whole picture with all its details if she only stared long enough. "You weren't overselling it," she told him over her shoulder as he followed her into the warehouse.

It was all she could do not to skip over to it. Be cool, she told herself. Don't be all, like, uncool. If he saw how eager she was, he might jack up the price, and while Jacquetta was comfortably in funds she didn't want to overpay ifs he could avoid it. Why spend it all on a ship when there was so much else to spend it on, like food and wine and guns?

"I guess I should," said JJ, trying not to sound too eager when he asked whether she wanted to see the inside. She gestured expansively towards the craft, then shrugged out of her coat and set it on a nearby crate, not wanting the bulk to follow her onto the ship. "After you." Her dark eyes flashed with unsuppressed excitement and she looked at him with a confidential smile. She felt like a kid in a candy store. "How did you come to have this little number?"

Kasra Priest

 

[Kasra Priest]

Jacquetta Janvrin

Oh, he couldn't hear the excitement, but saw that little flash in her eyes.

Eager.

Yes, JJ had taken a liking to this little number and that wasn't surprising. Save the best for last, after all. That was how ya got them. "Hmm, yes, how else can ya figure out if it's the right... fit for ya?" Kasra murmured, pleased with himself. One of the things he loved most was finding just the right thing for the right person.

A wink there.

"Of course, lemme just mosey on in there." Taking a few more steps and Kasra entered the ship, up the ramp from behind. An absent hand flicked on the lights that slowly flickered into existence. A few crates, still packed in with fabric to protect them from the elements. Clean deck however. "Now this one I can't tell ya much about."

He stretched there, before stepping to the side a bit. Which would give her some room to take a look herself.

"One day showed up on mah doorstep. Dunno from where. Might be worth asking Orion, if ya get it."

Kasra smiled bright there. She would recognize that curl of the lip. Amusement, satisfaction, maybe a little challenge in it. "Well, what do you think?"