“Bah, don’t worry about it too much, Tel.”
He knew exactly what she meant; though there wasn’t much he could do in the grand scheme of things, especially while keeping everyone happy.
“Glad to hear it—, we try to take care of our own.”
Upon entering, he moves toward a small cabinet and begins rummaging through it.
“You think of anything else we can do to help, lemme know.”
[ she follows. Marks and spotchka. That has been her whole week. ]
" Your intel networks are surprisingly helpful. My mission will be completed before long. "
Now that’s earned a soft smile, head shaking.
“Hey, all of you’ve earned your place in Zero Company. Besides I know yall would do the same for me if boots were on the other foot.”
“Guess ya got me there—, doesn’t make me any happier though.
Guessin’ you’ve got a flavor request for somethin’ specific when it comes to rations at least?”
"Well, you did say for him to get cheap stuff...which I understand why." Shrugging his shoulders a bit
"Appreciate it, Cap. Kriff -- I'm even alright with Republic ration bars."
“See—, I asked him about that. His answer didn’t sit right with me. . . Said somethin’ ‘bout the planets sun going supernova an’ they practically paid him to take the rations.
But, I’ll see what I can do.”
"Awwww c'mon... I would invest my credits into some rations that didn't taste like -- whatever the stuff we usually get. Where did you say Neesh gets this crud?"