Dr. Pershing wasn't the only scientist the Empire recruited to study the child and his unique m-count. Dr. Feskin is the best in her field and one of the few scientists alive that still knows about the force and the Jedi and Sith that wield it. When the empire kidnaps her from her early departure from the field, she finds a unique child with an m-count so high that the empire would bleed him dry for it. Thankfully, the Mandalorian that gave them the child had a change of heart and came back for him, and Dr. Feskin is too attached to the kid to let him go alone. Besides, he's not the only one the empire is after now. And maybe the Mandalorian isn't so bad. She may not be a fighter, but the Mandalorian and the child need her as much as she needs them. There's no way she can go home now.
The woman wakes with a jolt, her eyes spring open and she rolls to the floor. She hits the ground with a thud and hurries to take stock of her surroundings. Her hands are secured together and she's face down on a cold tile floor. She struggles to reposition herself and finally rolls to her back and sits up.
The first thing she notices is the stormtrooper staring at her, gun held firmly in their hands. She glares at him as she breathes through her panic. The last thing she remembered was going to bed presumably the night before. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, so how did she end up wherever the hell here is?
The room around her is simple, consisting of white walls, white tiled floors, and a simple bed that she woke in before rolling to the ground. She was still in her pajamas, a simple brown tunic and pants, and her dark hair was a mess.
She sighs before finally speaking to the stormtrooper at the door, "Where am I?" She asks, but the stormtrooper remains silent.
She huffs, annoyed, "Okay. What am I doing here then? What do you imps want?"
The stormtrooper remains quiet and adjusts his hold on his weapon. She groans, rolls her eyes, and then moves to sit back on the bed. She takes a few minutes to center herself before looking at her surroundings more closely. It looks like she may be in some type of medbay. Her bed was clearly one used by patients, and the white walls and floors matched that of the medical facilities she has been in. Perhaps she was hurt?
She takes stock of her body and finds that she is completely fine. Not even a scratch on her. Her only symptoms seem to be grogginess and a slight headache, but she supposes they probably drugged her before bringing her wherever here was. Besides, if she was simply a patient, she doubts they would have her hands secured.
A few moments pass before the stormtrooper steps aside and a familiar face walks in the room. She gasps as she meets the familiar brown eyes of her old colleague.
"Dr. Feskin." He greets with a smile, "It's good to see you again."
She glares at him as she responds, "I wish I could say the same thing, but I seem to be held captive here, Dr. Pershing."
He looks sheepish as he eyes the cuffs securing her hands, "Yes, well. We weren't sure how you would react, and we didn't want any trouble."
She huffs, "Why am I here, Pershing?"
He moves closer to her and sits in a chair across from her, brought in by another stormtrooper, "We're working on a project and your expertise is needed."
She scoffs, "I'm not working with imperials. Why the hell are you?"
Dr. Pershing nervously looks to the stormtroopers before answering, "This work is important. It's amazing, Feskin. It's everything we were working for, but with so much more."
Dr. Feskin rolls her eyes, "There's no way this is anything good." She glares at the stormtroopers in the room, "They won't use your research for anything but destruction. I won't help you give them more power."
Dr. Pershing sighs, "You don't have a choice."
She scoffs, "Like hell I don't. Get someone else to help you with your science experiment. I told you years ago that I was done, and I meant it! I haven't even touched a microscope since we ended our research. I want nothing to do with this."
He shakes his head, "You don't even know what we're working towards. It'd be the pinnacle of both our careers. I can't do it without you, Feskin. Your expertise is needed. Mine isn't enough. Please." He practically begs her.
She sighs, "I just want to go home. I don't want to be here. I don't care what the experiment is. I'm not helping."
Pershing sighs before standing, "I wish you'd just agree to help." He nods to the stormtroopers before exiting.
The last thing she sees is the butt of a rifle coming for her before she blacks out.
"I need her assistance. Without her, I won't be able to complete the experiment. Her expertise is essential to this." A voice says.
Dr. Feskin can vaguely hear a reply, "I don't care what it takes. Make her work with you. If you can't do it without her, perhaps she can do it without you."
She blearily opens her eyes and finds Pershing speaking to someone over a commlink, "You need us both together. We worked on a similar project in the past and each have half of the skills you need."
"Skills can be taught, Dr. Pershing. I'm sure we can find someone to replace you, but if what you say is true, then we can't replace her, so make her help or I'll take care of the issue myself." The voice on the comlink says.
Dr. Pershing swallows, "She'll help." He says before the person on the commlink disappears.
He sighs before turning to look at her, his eyes widen when he finds her glaring at him, "Oh! Feskin, you're awake. Good."
"Where am I now, Pershing?" She asks dryly, taking notice of the different room.
"You're in the lab where we'll collect the midi-chlorians from our donor." He says.
"We? I never told you I would help." She snaps.
Pershing sighs while running his fingers through his hair, "You don't have a choice. They'll kill you, or worse, if you don't help me."
She sighs, "What did you get yourself involved in, Pershing? What did you drag me into?"
He shakes his head, "It's what we were working on before, studying the m-count in different individuals and seeing if we can inject them into different beings or create a new being or clones with a high m-count. Can you imagine, Feskin, being able to create force sensitive beings? Being able to create a drug that can give someone access to the force? Even if just for a little while?"
She shakes her head, "This is crazy! You would have to have access to a metric-ton of midi-chlorians to even try to attempt this experiment. There aren't enough force users left!"
"We only need one donor." He says.
She scoffs, "That donor would have to be swimming in midi-chlorians, where will you find an individual like that? They'd be exceptionally powerful, and there's no way they would help the imperials."
"We already have a donor on the way. We put a bounty out on him." He says.
Her mouth hangs open, "A bounty? So you're going to force someone to be your lab rat?"
He shakes his head, "It's not like that. We need someone with a high m-count and we found the perfect donor. He won't even know what's happening. We'll be careful. We just need his blood."
"And if the bounty hunters kill him?" She asks.
Pershing closes his eyes and squeezes the table in front of him, "I asked them to bring him in alive. They won't kill him."
She scoffs, "You clearly haven't dealt with bounty hunters before. They're usually shoot first kind of people. If your donor so much as fights back, they'll kill him."
Pershing shakes his head, "He won't fight them. He won't be able to. He's defenseless."
She looks at him confused, "Defenseless how? What aren't you telling me?"
He takes a shaky breath, preparing to answer before a stormtrooper interrupts him.
"The Mandalorian just landed with the donor." He says before stepping out of the room.
Dr. Pershing looks to Feskin before sighing, "You can see for yourself, but you have to be quiet. You have to follow my lead and keep your mouth shut. I won't be able to keep the troopers from shooting you if you do anything stupid." He sighs, "Please. Just… Stay next to me and don't cause any problems. If you can't do that, then I'll leave you here."
She sighs before nodding, "I'll behave." She gestures to her cuffs, "Can you remove these?"
Pershing hesitates, "After we get the donor." He says before leaving the room and making her follow quickly behind.
The room he leads her to is large, with a desk in the center where an older man in brown robes sits.
"Ah, Dr. Pershing, I see our guest will be joining us to collect the donor?" The man says.
Pershing cleared his throat, "She wished to see the donor before she makes her decision to help."
Dr. Feskin remains quiet, keeping her face neutral as they talk.
"Very well," the older man says, "This should be interesting. The Mandalorian should be here soon."
He takes his seat behind the desk while Pershing and Feskin make their way to stand to the mans right. Dr. Feskin fiddles with her cuffs as they wait.
A few moments later the door opens and in walk two stormtroopers, a Mandalorian, and a small creature. Feskin's eyes widen as she understands the implications. That creature is their donor. A baby is their lab rat.
She opens her mouth to speak, but the old man is first, "Yes," he says as he follows the tracking fob to the child, "yes, yes, yes."
Feskin swallows down the lump in her throat as her and Pershing take their first step towards the child. Her heart is beating rapidly and her head is swimming with the horrors this child may see because of the empire.
Her eyes remain on the child as Pershing moves to scan him, the child whimpers softly, confused at what is happening. With that one small sound from the child, Feskin knows, she won't abandon this kid. She'll do whatever she can to keep him safe. Even if that means she has to pretend to work with imps.
Pershing turns to smile at her once the scan is complete, the awe is evident in his face, "Very healthy." He turns towards the old man, "Yes."
The older man slowly rises to address the Mandalorian behind the child. Feskin finally takes her eyes off the creature to look at the bounty hunter that brought him in. How could a man bring a baby to imperials? What could he possibly get out of this transaction?
"Your reputation was not unwarranted." The older man says.
The Mandalorian speaks, surprising her, "How many fobs did you give out?"
She looks at him, confused by the question, as the old man answers, "This asset was of extreme importance to me. I had to ensure it's delivery." He walks to his desk and collects a container from beneath it, "But to the winner, go the spoils."
He opens the container and reveals a large amount of beskar. She glares at the Mandalorian's back as he picks up two pieces of the beskar. He traded the child for hunks of metal? Sure, beskar is the best material in the galaxy, and it belongs to the Mandalorian's, but to trade a child for it? How could someone be so cruel?
"Such a large bounty for such a small package." The old man says.
Pershing turns to her with a smile and they begin to leave the room with the baby. She turns just before the door closes to shoot a glare at the Mandalorian once more. He had a chance to keep the baby safe and away from imperial hands, but decided to give him up instead. That was no man she wanted to know.
Once the door closes she turns to Pershing, "I'll help."
Pershing snaps back to look at her and gives her a beaming smile, "I knew you would! This is great. We can get started right away."
She shakes her head as they continue walking back to the lab she woke up in earlier. She looks at the child in the pram beside her and smiles warmly at him.
I'll keep you safe. The child coos at her unspoken promise.
"I need to call the Moff, let him know we have our donor." Pershing says.
He looks to her wrists and the cuffs on them, he sighs, "I'm glad you decided to help. I'll have a trooper release you."
He nods to a stormtrooper nearby as he walks away and the trooper walks up to her.
"Don't do anything stupid." The trooper says.
She rolls her eyes, "I think I'm done fighting this. Just free my hands, please. I'd like to examine our…" she pauses and looks at the child, "donor."
The trooper nods and releases her from the cuffs. She rubs her wrists, they're pink from the cuffs, and sighs as she smiles down at the child.
"You are a cute little thing." She says, "Dr. Pershing says you have a large m-count, midi-chlorians?" She shakes her head, "Sorry, I mean the force. He says you have a strong connection to the force."
The child coos at her and tilts his head, she chuckles, "I don't know how much you understand, but I promise, I won't let them hurt you. I'll do what I can to get us both out of here." She whispers.
Dr. Pershing returns while she lightly plays with the child, "We need to get started. We have to collect some of his blood."
The child whimpers, and she wonders just how much this child understands, she smiles down at him, trying to give him a sense that things will be okay, and then nods to Pershing.
"I can do it." She says, "I was always better with a needle than you."
Pershing shakes his head and chuckles, "Ah, but you're out of practice, Dr. Feskin. I'll get started, but I'll need you to start studying his blood for me. We can't stay on this planet for long."
Feskin sighs before nodding her head and helping Pershing get the child ready. She soothes him as they begin their work. She hates this. Allowing someone to take blood from a baby like he's some kind of lab rat.
Moments pass and she sees the child's eyes begin to droop, "Pershing, you can't take anymore. You've taken enough for now."
Pershing turns to her and then looks at the child, he sighs, but nods, "You're right. He needs time to recuperate and then we can take more."
Feskin bites her tongue on the choice words she has for his insensitivity, instead, she simply nods and soothes the child with calming pets to his head. Eventually the child falls asleep.
The old man from early comes into the room a moment later, "Why have you stopped collecting it's blood?"
She shakes her head, but Pershing beats her to speaking, "He needs time to recuperate before we can continue."
The old man seethes, "I don't care. I order you to extract the necessary material and be done with it."
Feskin glares at the man, "He's a baby. He can't survive giving more blood."
Pershing nods his head, "He has explicitly ordered us to bring it back alive."
The older man ignores their arguments, "Finish your business quickly, as I no longer can guarantee your safety."
Pershing looks at Feskin in a panic as the older man leaves the room. He looks down at the kid and sighs, "He might be able to give a little more."
Feskin shakes her head, "No, he can't." Before she can finish her argument the scientists hear gunshots from within the building. They look at each other in a panic as Pershing begins to collect his work and Feskin runs to the child. It doesn't take long for the shooting to make it to them and the door to open.
Behind the door is the Mandalorian bounty hunter from earlier, but this time he wears shiny new armor instead of the dented and beat up armor he had on earlier that day.
Feskin's eyes widen as the Mandalorian shoots the stormtrooper in the room and turns to them. She immediately places herself in front of the child, as does Pershing, surprisingly.
"No, no, no, no, please. Please. No. No, no." Pershing yells as the Mandalorian points his gun at him.
Feskin gasps as the Mandalorian shoots the droid above them. She hurries to place her self over the child as the droid sparks and falls. She's careful not to crush him.
The Mandalorian points the gun back at her and Pershing, "No, no. Please. Please don't hurt him." Pershing says, "It's just a child."
Feskin hurries to slide off the table and hold the child close to her chest. She glares at the Mandalorian as Pershing begs for their lives.
"Please. No. No!" Pershing yells, "No. No, no." He says as he blocks the Mandalorian from seeing Feskin and the baby.
The Mandalorian ignores the doctor and stomps towards them pushing the doctor out of the way. Feskin stands her ground and holds the child close as the Mandalorian turns his blaster on her, eyeing the child in her arms.
"What did you do to it?" He asks, Pershing tries to answer as Feskin keeps her mouth shut, choosing instead to glare at the Mandalorian with as much hatred as she can. How dare this man come back here after giving the child up.
"What did you do to it?" The Mandalorian repeats, this time pointing the gun at the cowering Dr. Pershing.
Feskin takes a steady step back as Pershing responds, "I protected him. We protected him. If it wasn't for us, he would already be dead! Please! Please. Please," he pleads.
The Mandalorian turns from the simpering man back to Dr. Feskin and the child. He aims the blaster at her once again.
"Give me the child," he says.
She shakes her head, "Over my dead body. I'm not allowing you to take this child."
The Mandalorian tilts his head and lifts his blaster to her forehead. She stands her ground and glares at him.
The Mandalorian sighs, "Give me the child."
Feskin holds the child close, "I promised I'd keep him safe. I'm not letting you take him. You're the one that brought him to this place! You're the one that gave him to these monsters!" She seethes.
The Mandalorian turns back to Dr. Pershing whimpering on the floor, he rolls his shoulders and nods his head, "Then come with me." He says to Feskin, "I just want to make sure the kid is safe."
She scoffs, "Why would I do that when I could just as easily use you as a distraction to escape from whatever planet this is with the child?"
The Mandalorian sighs, "Every bounty hunter on this planet has a tracking fob to the child. You would never get out of here with him. You need me or you won't make it."
Feskin falters, she looks at the baby in her arms, watches his slow breathing and then turns back to the Mandalorian.
"Fine, the child and I will come with you." She looks back to Pershing on the floor and sighs, "we need to go now."
The Mandalorian nods and pushes past her leading the way out of the room, "Stay hidden in the shadows, I'll keep the imps focused on me. Don't let them see you or the child."
They make their way down a hallway successfully avoiding stormtroopers, but are instantly shot at in the next room. Feskin bites back a scream as she quickly hides with the child while the Mandalorian takes care of the troopers.
She hides behind a box, holding her breath as a stormtrooper gets closer to her. She squeezes the child close and curses her luck for not having a blaster.
A stormtrooper speaks as he gets closer to her, "Give it up. There's nowhere to-" He cuts off with a groan.
Feskin peeks around the box to find the Mandalorian fighting the stormtroopers hand to hand. Sneaking behind them and taking them out while they're confused. As much as she currently despises the man, she can admit he really is useful right now.
She sighs a small breath of relief as he continues to fight and win against the stormtroopers. He electrocutes the last one and calls out for her to follow. She quickly listens.
She carefully follows behind him into the next room and ducks as soon as a blaster is shot. She watches with wide eyes as the Mandalorian easily takes down the trooper that shot and then turns to set another trooper on fire using a flame-thrower from his vambrace.
The child begins to move in her arms as they follow the Mandalorian once again. She smiles down at him softly and holds him close.
They enter the last room and Feskin sighs in relief as they find it empty, she sticks close to the Mandalorian as they walk to the center of the room. Her heart drops when the doors open and four stormtroopers walk in. Two in front and two behind. The Mandalorian carefully maneuvers her closer. Unable to help her hide.
"Freeze!" One trooper says.
"Don't move." Another says.
"Hands up." The first ones says.
"Drop the blaster." The third interjects.
The Mandalorian holds his arms up and Feskin carefully holds the child looking at the stormtroopers with wide eyes.
"Wait." The Mandalorian says, "What she's holding is very valuable."
He looks at her and motions for her to move away from him, imploring her to trust him and hoping that the imps won't shoot them. She nods her head and slowly backs away from them. Keeping her free hand where the stormtroopers can see. She breathes a sigh of relief when they continue to point their weapons at the heavily armored Mandalorian.
The Mandalorian slowly lowers to the ground, "Here," he says as he places his weapon on the floor.
Feskin watches him curiously, but quickly hides behind a pillar with the child in case they start shooting.
"Stand up," the second trooper says before suddenly a blast of tiny projectiles come from the Mandalorian.
Feskin gasps at the whistling sound and closes her eyes. Holding the child tightly. He coos at her once the sound dies.
She sighs in relief as the Mandalorian calls to her, "It's safe. Let's go."
She nods her head and follows the Mandalorian out of the concrete hell. They carefully make their way around town. She keeps close to the Mandalorian, only a step behind him. He keeps his hand close to his blaster as bounty hunters with tracking fobs begin to watch them walk.
She curls into the child and the Mandalorian carefully moves her to be closer to him. He holds her close and blocks the child in her arms with his body.
"Welcome back, Mando!" A man with dark skin, calls out to the Mandalorian beside her.
His hold on her tightens ever so slightly as they stop in the road.
"Now put the package down." The man says as more bounty hunters come out.
Feskin shakes her head, refusing to let anyone take the child from her. She'd die before she lets this innocent life be tortured by the empire or killed by a random bounty hunter.
She's surprised to find that the Mandalorian seems to have the same thought process, "Step aside, we're going to my ship." He says.
The man chuckles and looks at Feskin, "She puts the bounty down and perhaps I'll let you both pass."
The Mandalorian doesn't hesitate, "They're both coming with me."
The man is quick to respond, he continues to look at Feskin, "If you truly care about the kid, then you'll put it on the speeder," he gestures to a nearby speeder, "and we'll discuss terms."
Feskin turns to look at the speeder as the Mandalorian does.
"How do I know I can trust you?" The Mandalorian asks.
The man scoffs, "Because I'm your only hope."
The Mandalorian turns and moves Feskin and the child towards the speeder, they walk slowly.
The men around them seem to relax as they move, but they stop before they get to the speeder. The Mandalorian looks at Feskin, then at the child sleeping in her arms. She looks at him pleading with him to not let them take the child.
He carefully takes the child from her arms, carefully cradling him in his own. Feskin watches as he looks down at the child in a way that can only be interpreted as awe, wonder, and care. He looks back up at her and implores her to trust him once again.
He helps her onto the speeder, but before he hands her the child, he suddenly shoots out at a bounty hunter and jumps inside with the child still safely snuggled in his arms. Feskin quickly laid down at the first shot of his blaster and watches him carefully as he continues to shoot the bounty hunters.
He carefully hands her back the child, she lays down over him and covers him with her own body as the Mandalorian threatens the droid and makes it drive. He continues to shoot as he moves to cover both her and the child with his body.
Suddenly the droid explodes from a shot and Feskin cradles the child close as she closes her eyes tightly.
The Mandalorian whispers to her, "Stay hidden," as he moves to begin shooting them with his rifle.
Feskin is quick to listen and burrows down beside the speeder with the child.
"That's one impressive weapon!" The man from the middle of the road calls out.
"Here's what I'm gonna do." The Mandalorian begins, "I'm gonna walk to my ship with both of them and you're gonna let it happen."
"No. How about this?" The man says, "We take the kid, and if you try to stop us, we kill you and the girl, and we strip your body for parts."
The Mandalorian kicks out at a nearby bounty hunter and the shooting starts again.
"Don't hit the target!" The man calls.
Well, at least he doesn't want to kill the kid, Feskin thinks to herself dryly.
Suddenly, the Mandalorian uses his flame thrower against the many bounty hunters surrounding them, but it quickly runs out of fumes. Feskin looks at him with worry clear in her eyes and he looks back at her, and even through the helmet, she can tell he's worried too. They might not make it out of here alive.
They both look towards the kid and the Mandalorian carefully brushes his hand on the child's head. The shooting continues on around them, but the three of them remain in their bubble, praying for a miracle.
And suddenly, that miracle comes in the form of many Mandalorian's wearing jet packs and flying down to shoot at the bounty hunters surrounding them. Feskin nearly cries in relief.
The bounty hunters stand no chance against the Mandalorians. Feskin has never seen so many before.
"Get out of here! We'll hold them off." A large Mandalorian in blue armor says to the silver Mandalorian Feskin is with.
"You're going to have to relocate the covert," the silver Mandalorian responds.
"This is the Way." The blue one states.
"This is the Way." The silver Mandalorian responds with a nod.
The Mandalorian turns toward Feskin and the child, the relief he has is palpable, but he still remains aware of the fight surrounding them.
"Give me the child, we need to run to my ship." He says.
Feskin hesitates, but she hands the child over, "Don't leave me." She says.
The Mandalorian shakes his head, "I won't, let's go."
The two of them jump out of the speeder, the Mandalorian carrying the child, and they run to the Razor Crest ahead of them.
They make it aboard the ship, but the man from the road comes from behind them, "Hold it Mando." He says.
The Mandalorian quickly hands Feskin the child and pushes them both behind him.
"I didn't want it to come to this." The man continues, "But then you broke the code."
The Mandalorian uses the wire from his vambrace to hit a part of his ship, causing steam to fill the hangar and the man to shoot blindly. The man stops and the Mandalorian shoots back, hitting the man in one shot.
He turns back to Feskin and the child and puts his blaster away. He takes the child back, and moves to the cockpit, Feskin follows closely behind. She takes the seat to the left of the Mandalorian, he hands her back the child and takes a seat in his pilot seat. It takes them no time at all to leave the planet behind and Feskin sighs with relief.
She smiles down at the child in her arms and he coos up at her. Once in hyper space, the Mandalorian turns to look at them. He holds a ball in his hand out to the child and the kid happily coos as he grabs it from him. Feskin smiles at the adorableness of it, but quickly schools her expression as she looks at the Mandalorian in front of her.
She holds the child protectively as she speaks, "What now, Mandalorian?"
The Mandalorian sighs, "They'll keep coming for him. We need to get out of this area and lay low for a while. Someplace off the grid." He looks at her and tilts his head, "What about you?"
She scoffs, "I told you before, you aren't taking the kid from me."
The Mandalorian sighs, "Do you know where he's from?"
Feskin shakes her head, "No, I don't know much about him at all. Only that the empire won't stop searching for him. He's unique and the empire needs him for their experiments."
The Mandalorian holds his finger out towards the child and the kid holds it with his small green hands while chewing on the silver ball in his other hand.
He looks back up at Feskin, "What was your business with the Empire?"
She scoffs, "I have no business with the Empire." The Mandalorian looks at her skeptically and she sighs, "I woke up maybe Yesterday, I think, in some sort of Medlab. Dr. Pershing, the man you didn't shoot, came in and said he needed my help on an experiment. We were colleagues in the past and he needed my specific skills for whatever experiment they were doing. I told him no, I refused to work with imps, they hit me with the butt of a rifle, and then I woke up in that concrete prison this morning with Dr. Pershing talking to someone on a commlink."
The Mandalorian nods, showing he was listening, Feskin sighs and continues, "He told me more about it and I still told him no, but he wanted me to see the donor," She gestures to the kid, "I didn't agree to help until after I saw the child. Dr. Pershing took a lot of his blood, but I stopped him before he took too much. He didn't want the child hurt either, so it was easy to convince him to be careful, but the old man, your client, he was a different story. He wanted us to collect everything, the kid be damned, but we argued against it. The man Pershing is reporting to wants the kid alive, so that worked somewhat in our favor, and I almost tried to convince Pershing to help us escape, but then you showed up."
She sighs, "I didn't trust you," she glares at his helmeted head, "I still don't, but thank you for coming back for the kid. For helping us both get out. We wouldn't have made it without you." She says sincerely.
The Mandalorian looks at her for a moment before nodding his head, "What do I call you?"
She smiles and reaches her hand out for a shake, "Dr. Kasari Feskin, but you can call me Kasari. I don't do much doctoring anymore."
The Mandalorian shakes her hand and turns back to the controls of his ship.
"And what do I call you?" Kasari asks.
The Mandalorian remains silent, ignoring her question, she huffs, "Very well, Mando it is. It's nice to meet you."
He hums in response and begins plotting their next stop. Kasari smiles and begins playing with the child in her arms.