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Gaia has spaced out for the time being. Her thoughts are muddled, hands folded in her lap while she patiently waits for the Armorer to be done packing most of her tools away. Dirty or bewildered looks couldn't even begin to describe what Gaia was prone to when she trudged after the golden-helmet Mandalorian down the length of the sewer. Mandalorians, left and right, adults and children, watched her with both fear and intrigue. Not only was she thought to be part of a species long dead, but also a stranger whose presence has disrupted their comfort. A presence that is unwanted, and therefore she's decided to make her little "visit" as quick as possible.
Especially since the Mandalorian bounty hunter has assigned himself to be an onlooker, desiring to talk with the Armorer.
"I've sought you out to discuss personal matters. Matters of justice." Gaia has allowed herself to relax for once, though with the impressive room she's in, it's hard to sit still.
The workshop which the Armorer attends, crafting all types of equipment to her fellow Mandalorians, are splendid to say the least. It's spacious, sporting various utensils and pieces of armor here and there; a forge in the very middle whose flames are brighter than some stars dotting the canvas of the universe. A signet representing the Tribe, this very Mandalorian organization, can be seen just outside the room — above the archway, depicting the skull of a majestic Mythosaur.
Gaia doesn't know a whole lot about Mandalorians and their ways. The few things that she does know is that the galaxy foretells them as great warriors, fearless and relentless, and that they bear distinct armor and helmets which are not to be removed unless they wish to never put them back on.
Gaia doesn't understand a large majority of it, although she can do nothing but respect it.
"Seeking out the Empire is a dangerous way of life." The Armorer is sitting across from her by a small table, armor and fur blending ever so effortlessly in with the stark environment.
"It's a choice I made on my own," Gaia deflects, composing herself afterwards. "I have strong reasons to believe that a group of Imperial associates are operating out of Nevarro, though whom or what rank they answer to, I can't say. There are Imperial remnants scattered away into every corner of the galaxy and my resources are limited, but what I'm asking of you is this; information."
The Armorer doesn't move, doesn't answer her although slight movement out of the corner of Gaia's eye catches her attention. She turns to the bounty hunter whose name remains a mystery, and if she didn't know any better, she'd say it looks as though he has something he wants to share with the both of them. "It's nothing that will put you or your people in danger," Gaia proceeds to assure. "That's the last thing any of us would want. Your hideout is safe with me. I just need to know where their facility is and how to get inside. I will take care of the rest myself."
