When the arrow misses the aro.

She supposed that maybe it was because she was so focused on the rebellion - there wasn't really any time to think about relationships.

But then, so many others still showed interest in finding a partner. Hera and Kanan, despite refusing to admit it, were clearly more than 'just friends'. And Ezra... well, he seemed somehow to have time to crush on her even with all his training to fit in. Her parents had somehow managed to find love, although how they ever managed with their clashing political stances during the clone wars was a mystery.

Sabine was sure that there wasn't anything distinctly wrong with her. Right? She just had, other priorities. That was it. Her art took precedence. Nothing wrong with that.

Ezra had been mildly infatuated with Sabine for virtually as long as they'd known each other. This was no secret. He'd been trying to gain some conformation of her interest for months now - and believed that he had found it.

It would probably be wise to mention that Ezra had in fact had very few encounters with females  around his age and so was not in any way aware of what signs do and do not confirm interest. Hence his confidence.

This confidence would end up in his utter confusion, as you will soon see...

The crew of the Ghost had just completed a very successful supply run and likely wouldn't need to do another for a few weeks. This meant plenty of time to relax, and mess with the empire. Ezra decided that to celebrate he would ask Sabine out.  As do so many things, this was not destined to go to plan.

"Hey Sabine! I don't suppose you're doing anything - say... tomorrow afternoon? I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do something, or go somewhere?"

What Ezra could not have known was the doubts running through Sabine's head, nor how irritating his pestering could be when paired with them. So he was most definitely not expecting the outburst that followed.

"Ni nu'copaani slanar dayn ti gar Ezra! Ni nu'guuro gar as ibac - ni ven'kartayli darasuum mayade adat! Tion'jor nu'lise gar suvari ibac? - Ni shuk'la."

With this outburst, Sabine proceeded to stomp to her room, preparing to dye Ezra's hair in his sleep, leaving a very confused adolescent in the cargo hold alongside an equal parts intimidated and confused lasat.

"Have you any idea of what she just said Zeb?"

"Nope, never heard that language in my life. Perhaps Hera knows - I'm not getting involved with this." Having given him that helpful comment, Zeb left the cargo hold to take a nap which hopefully wouldn't be disturbed.

Ezra decided to take Zeb's advice and made his way to the cockpit to see if Hera was there - to no-ones surprise - she was. Doing his best to remember what Sabine had actually said, he recounted the events to Hera and explaining that he really hadn't meant to offend her in any way but was worried that he had. 

Sabine had never been particularly open with anyone and this sort of event was unusual, let alone that she'd responded in another language. Hera made the decision to talk to someone who may be able to translate.

"It sounds like it could have been Mando'a. She doesn't speak it often. I'm sure she'll be fine Ezra. I'll speak with her and we'll get this sorted out. For the meantime maybe just keep your distance"

Not wanting to be yelled at again; Ezra agreed and returned to his room to follow Zeb's example and get some sleep. When he'd left, Hera comm'd Fenn Rau, the only other Mandalorian that the rebellion was currently on good terms with. Hopefully he'd be able to help her help Sabine.