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"This feels familiar, doesn't it?"
Gaia leans forward, elbows propped up on her thighs while she observes Farren from her own position upon a non-significant crate, on the opposite side of the basement cell. The agent is sitting on the floor much like she did earlier, though unlike Gaia, she's not looking away in either grief or shame, but glaring straight ahead like a doll. A small smile is dancing on her face, and the only reason Gaia deems it slightly bearable is because she offered Mando that she would give it a try.
Farren was found awake not too long ago and after a while, Mando came back from the basement and vented to her how stubborn Farren was — how she refused to even talk.
Gaia knew Mando to be frustrated with the whole thing and had therefore confidently assured him that she possibly knew how to break the agent's facade down for certain.
And here she is.
"Farren, who exactly is it that you work for? What rank do you answer to?" Gaia entices, softly and calmly. The agent's mouth is sewn shut, and it has been so for the last half an hour. Although, what Mando didn't know was that these kinds of questions don't interest Farren the least bit. She's too proud for any of that. "You know," Gaia resumes, leaning back on the crate with an overdone breath and commencing her new approach, "the thing you did with my partner's ship, managing to get inside without a code. . .that was impressive." A spark of regard is ignited within Farren's eyes, and Gaia is aware that it means something to her. "How'd you do it?"
Farren writhes a bit, crossing her legs while she blinks. "Experience," she reveals vaguely.
Gaia urges her along with a nod, bluntly inquiring, "You grew up with tools in your hands and oil stains on your cheeks, right?"
"If that's what we're calling a ship mechanic now, then sure~" Farren shrugs, most likely not caring what it is that she's giving away.
"Your parents must be proud of you. Not many people know how to disable a ship manually," Gaia says in a spur of earnesty. She may be doing this to get information, yet she cannot lie that she's not just a bit curious as to how Farren came to be in the Galactic Empire's service and all with her consent.
"They're not," Farren dismisses, waving a hand. "They've been dead for years now so I doubt they'd have any opinions about it. . ."
Did you kill them? The question burns instinctively within Gaia, although it's really not her business to ask nor would it have Farren continue to talk with her. "Did the Empire kill them?" she redirects instead.
