"How old are you, anyway, Gault?"
"Eh...Thirty-something, I suppose. You?"
"Twenty...six? No, twenty-seven."
Golden eyes flickered over her for a moment, then returned to re-calibrating his sniper rifle. "You look younger than that. Let me guess, it's the Twi'lek physiology, huh? I knew you were cheaters at sabacc, but hey, leave some competition for the rest of us, will you?"
The hunter rolled her eyes. "You don't look bad for mid-thirties, Gault. Downright dashing with the rugged spacer look you've got going there."
Gault looked at Mai in surprise, but the lady in question had already pulled her camping blanket over her lithe body, using a log as her pillow. His angular face grinned sharply.