Kamda

Clay wanders around watching the decorations getting put up around the Enclave. He's wearing his finest set of overalls and holding his helmet with his right hand. Jyrvess has not seen Clay without his helmet on. He is wondering what she would like to do. She is not a Mandalorian or a grid girl, so he has no idea what to expect.

Then, he sees her, and says. "Su cuy'gar, I mean, hello. Jyrvess, thank you for giving me the chance to do replay you for your services at the Mandalorian ruins. And, you look stunning today, as well."

Jyrvess cocked her head to the side, "Thank you Mr. Frost, and it was nothing." She was still wearing her clothes from earlier, there had been precious little time to change. "I am glad to have been a service to your people."

She studied the man without his mask, the girl however was cosmopolitan and had seen a lot of strange visages in her time. "Are those....fancy dress coveralls?" She chuckled a little, "They look nice though I was not really aware of such before now."

He looks down at his overalls. "Yes, they are the nicest clothes I have right now. Hutts love spending lavish amounts of money on they pod-racers. I do need to go shopping soon, now that I have time to. So, what would like to do? I've heard there is a place that makes the best bantha steaks." He looks back at her.

"Bantha steaks?" Jyrvess smiled, "A bit on the fancy side, Mr. Frost." She studied the room, "I believe I am allowed to leave soon."

"Hmm, well honestly I just like to relax. Yesterday ended up a bit busy for us after all." She frowned slightly then let out a sigh, "Most of us made it out. How have you been since we got out?"

He thinks for a minute about what he would do relax, like going to the shooting range and flying his speed at Daredevil...

"I've tired, for sure. The Doc may have been an Arkanian, but he died honorably. My other people do not like Arkanian, but I'm Mandalorian, not Arkanian Offshoots in mu mind. And things at the ruins were intense... Raven and I had a long talk about a number of things."

He look up and left, "Hum, something to do that is relaxing. We could go have take out and watch a something here."

"Dinner and a movie you mean?" She chuckles, "Yeah that would work." Jyrvess shook her head, "Don't feel you have to do anything...or pay for everything. I can pay my half."

She rubbed the back of her head, "Yeah...the ruins got a little strange but it all worked out for the best. Any idea on that old war droid?"

"Basilisk War Droid. They have become a rarity in this times. In the years of the Old Republic their numbers were vast." He looks he can see them in the sky.

"Yes, dinner and a movie... If you have other thoughts, please tell me." Looking back at her.

She raises an eyebrow, "Hmm, not sure if we have time for much else. Victory is surprisingly tiring. And the Empire is licking its wounds but they will be back. But honestly...the time away from all that, though brief will be enough."

"Ah...yes, I remember studying them in history. Or well hearing of them. Your people rode them into battle no?"

"Alright, well shall we walk and talk then?" He puts he arm out like a gentleman, or what he thinks it should be.

"Yes, about 4,000 years ago. I think they were amazing machines. I hope I can work on the one we found. I know the computers in them are ancient, so they will be tough getting them operational." He bows lightly.

She does indeed take his arm, amused. "Well if you need help I can see what I can dig up. The old archives are gone but who knows what one can find in the local libraries."

"SO then what are your plans?"

"Well, I plan to be with Raven in the hurt for Saxons. I'm wanting to get in to racing scene as well. What about yourself?" As they walk together. "I would also like see you too...."

"Perhaps you will...to be honest for the first time in my life I feel alive again." She nodded, "I was so busy running from my father's death I failed to see that I could have been helping people. That's what I intend to do, help others and together topple the Empire and restore the Republic." Her voice held a surprising amount of fire given her wiry appearance.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Yes, Raven stirred something in me to... Well, to care about more than just racing. I use to do the odd covert slicing job for Clan Wren, but racing was everything." He puts his helmet on a hammer loop, and pats her arm his links with. "You know Raven and I will fight with you. We belief in you, even if you don't belief in yourself at times."

"Thank you." Her reply was simple but the tone conveyed a deepness, there was an almost tremble to her voice, "It means a lot to me to know others care about me, and to care about them. I hope one day we can all celebrate the end of the Empire together."

Her smile returns, "So you pod race? I can't confess much knowledge on the sport itself, but I have seen the occasional race."

"You are very welcome. Well, I never raced myself. I did a few tests on straight for checking acceleration. I was a mechanic, mainly working on the electronics side of them." He looks proud of his accomplishments.

As they walk together, "Sorry, not to change the subject, but where would you want to eat? I've only been here for a few weeks, and I was willingly sequestered for a week after stealing the Imp briefcase that starting the raid." He puts his arm out to show the shops, cafes, and cantinas, then puts he hand back to pats she arm again.

"I've mainly stuck to the cafes in the backstreets, didn't want to draw attention." She chuckled, "Comes from being a fugitive."

"There are a few surprisingly good spots, but nothing particularly fancy."

"Yeah, I had to leave one cafe in the higher area of the city, because slicing in to Imp files on this teen girl. So, yes, total know what you're saying." He gives her a smile and wink.

"Well, let's go one here you pointy out first. I've eaten stuff in Hutt space, so I'm sure I will like whatever they have on the menu." He lets her hand go so he can pull the chair out for her. He bows and says, "You're seat, milady."

"Thank you, Mr. Frost." She takes the offered seat, "I've had some pretty disgusting things myself. When I was running some of the in flight food....." Jyrvess's nose wrinkled up at the memories.

"You're welcome." He sits down at on the other side of the table.

"Hutts like their food raw and still wriggling..." He looks like he get sick from the memories. "Ok, so what is good here?" He says perking up from the memories.

"Well I generally just got the house special. It was cheap." Jyrvess tapped an item on the menu, "And surprisingly good for the amount you pay. I have heard good things about the soups...but haven't tried one myself."