Mack calls out to the besalisk, "Hey chummer, save me some of their power packs, I am gonna want a reload."
Calling over to the woman helping the injured one, "Ma'am? How's the patient over there? Everything okay? I think we are clear."
Forgotten is the previous macho altercation with the besalisk. Having just finished a fire-fight, Mack is all business and thinks, If these people are willing to stand up to imperial oppression, then we must be on the same side.
“And hope makes the station go round. Or stand still, depending on personal perspective..... Finished!” announces the droid with a clicking of satisfied fingers. It then walk-glides over to its master, discarding the spent medpac along the way.Mir looks from the informant who surrendered to Mack with a slight smile, "I am no medic. This droid here seems to have that in hand." She looks at TB52 and shrugs, "I hope..."
Sloor gives him the polite nod one gives all madmen, especially the armed and dangerous ones. His mouth has other ideas though: “What the frecsal are you talking about, ‘he’s all mine’? Who the frec are *you*?”Keyton tosses any weapons he finds to Mack then goes to assist Mir & TB52. As he passes the besalisk, he suggests towards the informant with the remark, "He's all yours."
"Do you have a ship or residence we can take you to?" turning his attention back to Maya.
Mir looks from the informant who surrendered to Mack with a slight smile, "I am no medic. This droid here seems to have that in hand." She looks at TB52 and shrugs, "I hope..."
"I too think it may be best to get out of sight, like soon."
His mouth has other ideas though: “What the frecsal are you talking about, ‘he’s all mine’? Who the frec are *you*?”