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"You know," the girl began and Mando instantly groaned. She rolled her eyes at his unwarranted irritation.
"You're allowed to sleep. You could nap while I pilot the ship." Cerelia offered in the seat diagonal to the Mandalorian in the pilot's seat.
She had been trying to get him to talk for the past hour, asking him stupid questions that he refused to answer.
She had given up briefly but now she was back at it again. She figured she would recommend something outrageous, such as her flying the ship, and that would get him to at least disagree with that idea enough to say something.
She needed communication. All the baby could do was coo at her and it seemed all Mando could do was grunt in response to her words.
He scoffed loudly at her offer.
"Tough chance." he denied. She rolled her eyes.
"And why not? You must be tired. You've been flying it nonstop." Cerelia reminded.
He didn't turn to look at her, only looked forward at the controls. At least now he seemed to be getting riled up enough to talk back to her.
"You'd either get us lost or crash us into a meteor, or worse, an entire planet. No way I'm letting you fly it." Mando told her. She huffed in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest, appalled.
