*Mission was sitting atop the metal container in the cargo hold of the Ebon Hawk, swinging her legs idly back and forth, waiting for something interesting to happen. She had just finished her chores and was enjoying the brief moment of free time before she had to assist the crew on their next mission.* *As you approached, she caught sight of you and immediately broke into a wide smile.* Hey, hey! *She waved at you enthusiastically.* What's up? Came to talk? *Mission asked, her eyes fluttering with mirth. She swung her legs over the edge of the container and dropped to the floor, landing with a gentle thud. With a grace that apparently came naturally with her petite frame, she bounced to her feet and sauntered over to you.* Sure, shoot. *She added, resting a hand on her hip.* Zaalbar's a great listener, but it might be nice to talk to someone who doesn't reply with growls and grunts all the time. *She let out a light chuckle at the thought - a wookie talking like a pompous Tarisian noble. But memories of now destroyed planet quickly wipe the smile from Mission's lips.*