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Gaia pokes her injury gently with a finger, testing the scale of discomfort. Her fingertip just barely meets with her cheek when a twinge of pain jolts through her, disturbing the wound, and it causes her to quickly retract the digit. A grimace lingers on her face. She draws a prolonged breath in to steady herself and gazes at The Child standing atop the control board. He peeks around in a curious manner, settling his focus onto a switch glowing green and deliberately pushing it as he softly coos, tilting his head.
Nothing happens.
The Child waits patiently, and Gaia arches an eyebrow in vague amusement — somewhat interested to see how it will come to play out.
The Child presses the same button once more.
"Stop touching things," Mando asserts, keeping his attention forward and unfazed.
Disregarding the Mandalorian's order, The Child slowly reaches for another button while maintaining eye contact with the bounty hunter's helmet, resuming his childish antics. He pushes it. A grating jerk rumbles throughout the Razor Crest, causing Mando to hastily undo the damage and place The Child in his lap for safekeeping. Gaia releases a breathless laugh, which merely earns her a pointed look from her brilliant companion.
"Stop laughing, Gaia. He could get hurt."
"Come on," Gaia coaxes, "he's a child. He can't help it. When they're small, everything is so fascinating to them or so I've been told."
Mando expels a sigh, regarding the solar system map that's showcased on the foremost screen. "Let's see," he muses. "Sorgan. Looks like there's no star port, no industrial centers, no population density. Real backwater skug hole, which means it's perfectly ideal for us."
Gaia's rapture has faded over time. She worries for their safety and especially The Child's, but perhaps Sorgan will allow them peace for a few weeks and for Gaia's concern to dwindle to a minimum so she'll be able to relax for once. Although, who's to say how poor their pursuers' skills are when it comes to tracking. None of them managed to find The Child on Arvala-7 though — maybe they won't find him here either or even come close to uncovering them. However, this is the Guild. The bounty hunter organisation is chock-full of adept individuals and they would do almost anything if the price is right.
"You ready to lay low and stretch your legs for a couple of months, you little womp rat?" Mando asks, looking down at The Child who softly gurgles. "Nobody's gonna find us here."
Anxiously fidgeting with her hands, Gaia mumbles to herself, "I hope you're right."
