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Nudging the tray with a bowl of soup and a cup of water situated on it closer towards the cell, Gaia withdraws her booted foot and regards Farren directly. "Don't try anything sneaky. You got it?" she warns in a low voice.
Farren doesn't move a single muscle, merely glancing at the tray and then Gaia, even when the meal is freely at her disposal. "Of course."
Gaia narrows her eyes slightly. At this rate, she cannot pick apart what is supposed to be genuine and misleading with Farren. She's not mysterious anymore but stoic in her own way, which offers no opportune moment to see through her — to read her thoughts and pick up the notion of a possible motive. It's enraging and frustrating, to say the least. Regardless, she's by herself and imprisoned within one of the most secure chambers to exist. The chance for an escape is unlikely.
Still, Gaia stays put to observe Farren reach between the laser beams and retrieve her food and water. "You didn't poison this, did you?" she questions up at Gaia with a smug smile.
"Why don't you find out?"
"Sure," Farren obeys, "but let's face it: you're not that cruel. You've gone soft, remember?"
A displeased scoff slithers away from Gaia, rendering their brief conversation useless as she trudges away from the agent and out of the ship as a whole. There is truly no point in arguing with someone as upsetting as Farren. The sun is starting to set and the light is dying quite fast behind the endless dunes of glistening sand though, and right there in front of her awaits Mando, Cara, Thero, and The Child. "Are you okay?" Mando asks her once he's by her side, sensing her irritation.
A sincere grin flashes across Gaia's expression — both by the Mandalorian's consideration and the welcoming face of Kuiil who is further ahead, patiently waiting for them. "I'm fine," she says, prior to admitting, "but I'm also nervous. We know what we're up against yet we have no idea how the operation will go."
"Which is all the more reason to make it count," Mando advises as he walks with her.
"Yeah. . ." Gaia heaves a sigh, watching him linger alongside her and feeling her whole body tingle as if she was lying in a massive field, blades of green grass tickling her skin with the wind kicking up. Intertwining her own hand with his has crossed her mind although doing so would evidently raise questions, and Gaia cannot tell if she's ready for them just yet. "Haq mald sabarek. . . ?" she mumbles to him. *Keep me safe. . . ?*
Mando provides her with a profound nod, smiling. "Telvic pej mald." *Trust me.*
Gaia is nearly dumbfounded, chuckling shortly to herself because of Mando's rough accent and his tenderness shown towards her. They've reached Kuiil at last. "Dach gamig jah atellah," she whispers back to her companion before Kuiil addresses the group with a gesture to his humble abode. *I already do.*
