When Ophi stopped by the kitchen to grab a beer before braving the social atmosphere of the lounge, she wasn't surprised to find Uleis already in there, leaning against the counter, head resting against the cabinets, eyes closed and nursing a half-empty bottle himself.

"Hey," She said quietly, to warn him of her presence, before flipping the light on. His eyes flickered open and he eyed her lazily, as though he wasn't aware of every motion she was taking and wasn't constantly calculating the odds of his survival rate if she turned on him. His last team turned on him. They turned out to be First Order sympathizers and had turned on him, tried to kill him. He'd killed them all...all but one, the pilot—his father, got away. Teams—even tact-teams—are family units. There's no one in the entire Resistance that knows you or trusts you like your team does. To have them turn on you...to have them try to kill you, knowing all your weaknesses...well, he didn't come out unscathed. "Drinking alone in the dark? That can't be a healthy habit."

He gave her a dark grin, he'd had too much. He never threw smiles away like that. "I wouldn't mind drinking with someone else in the dark." He smirked at her and took another long sip. Defiantly drunk. So much for avoiding socialization.

"Toss me a beer, will you?" She asked coolly, trying to maintain a friendly face and still be clear enough to warn the drunkard off. She was not interested.

He gave a heavy sigh and a mocking smirk and leaned down to pull open from the chill chest and flick it at her haphazardly, his coordination and grace even when drunk unnerved her like it did every time this happened. She snatched it out of the air, making sure he noticed how quick her own reflexes were...she felt bad for the man, she really did. But any person who could turn and protect themselves from the family they thought loved them—not only that, but then turn around and kill them—the only people in the world they loved...that person could not be trustworthy. It was impressive, and admiral, yes...but it also made him a dangerous breed of human...a survivor, and a killer.

She gave him a grateful nod for the beer and snapped the cap off with one of her horns casual, without taking her eyes off him.

"You want to come join me to go drink with the team?" She jerked her head in the direction of the door invitingly.

He rolled his eyes and sipped on the beer again. She narrowed her eyes at him, "How many have you had?"

"Just two," He smirked again.

"That's not beer." She stated, pursing her lips reproachfully.

"So?" He sneered.

"I don't think it's wise to have our sniper drunk when we're protecting the two most wanted women in the galaxies." She growled back.

His smirk sobered but he still snapped back, "I know my own limits, Zabraak."

She raised her left eyebrow in disbelief and turned on him to go visit the team.

"Ophi," He stopper her glanced over her shoulder again, "I- I really wanted this one. I really wanted to take him out."

She turned to stare him in the eye and told him, "Yeah, well he got blown up or something, so consider him taken out if it makes you feel any better." She turned again only to be stopped by a quieter,

"Ophi...is she really...is Rey really pregnant?"

"Yes, Ulies." She sighed.

He swore in response. And gripped the bottle in a way that warned he was just barely containing the urge to crush it his grip."I-I don't understand the world sometimes." He mumbled quietly.

"Yeah..." She softly agreed, taking a thoughtful sip of the beer and frowning quietly at the floor. She didn't understand the world either. She didn't understand why her mother sold her to a Empirical Defect for an engine part at two years old...she didn't understand why she grew to love that man like a father, or why he took his own life five years ago. She didn't understand why the General still loved her son...she didn't understand why Kylo Ren had killed his own father only to die saving Rey. She didn't understand why the Hope of the Resistance betrayed them to run away with their worst nightmare...She didn't understand how Rey could be pregnant, without have being raped...but she was and she loved the father of her child. He had done nothing to harm her. She didn't understand...but it was nonetheless true. "Are you sure you don't want to join-" She glanced up from her thoughtful floor staring only to stop as she realized, the sniper was gone. It was as though he vaporized...No one snuk away from her. She didn't miss any noise or movement. And yet all that was left where he'd been leaning against the counter was his half-full bottle of something much stronger than beer. He'd left it though, rather than finishing it, and the warm feeling that kindled in her belly at knowing he'd heeded her warning and wanted to be capable of defending the team and their cargo still...it was neutralized by the fact that that human was capable of much more than defending, and no one...no one...had ever slipped past Ophi's observation before.

She stared at the counter for a few more moments, calculating the threat he posed and eventually turned away, not finding and end to the list of ways he was dangerous to her team. Her family. When she entered the lounge, Blu and his sister Abee—the techies—instantly turned on her to hound her for her support on either side of the argument they were currently having, Rou was trying to make peace between the twins and Drak had his boots set up on the table, laughing at the heated debate. He grinned at her and motioned her over to sit by him, but there wasn't enough room so she perched on his knee, offering her bits of opinion—just enough to keep the fires burning—in between sips of her beer. She laughed with Drak, and teased the twins mercilessly, only occasionally siding with the peace making Rou if the twins got too carried away and began to borderline actually offend each other. As she perched on Drak's knee and threw jabs at the twins or elbowed Rou, she felt home again, like she always did...and yet she couldn't forget the haunted look of the dark sniper...who'd been betrayed by his family...only to kill them in order to survive. It was a small shadow in the corner of her mind...but one she couldn't forget.