"Hey now," says Atton as he goes through his stretching routine, "I wasn't actually going to use the blaster in the mines."

She watches him, bemused and tired and completely dumbfounded. But also appreciative of the view.

"Why else would you take a blaster into a place that will explode everyone if you use it?"

He shrugs, "Things have been going missing in the barracks," he tells her, turning press his back against the wall and slide down into a comfortable sprawl, "Did you bring food?" 

"I came from the caf," she says as she reaches into her bag and takes out their dinner. "I had to bribe Elka eighty credits to give me extra. And that's on top of the four hundred it took for me to convince Wesk not to dunk you in carbonite and ship you off station."

He takes his pack, "My saviour," he praises her, and then he opens it up immediately to start in on the food within, ravenous after spending most of the day starving in his cell. 

...she rolls her eyes, sits down next to him and starts in on her own pack. Things have been going missing and not just from the barracks.

"Five days in the cage."

"Urmgh," he swallows a mouthful, "Couldn't they just electrocute me and get it over with." 

Sharra leans her head against his shoulder and oms.

"They considered it. Alongside just spacing you and also maybe blowing you up with the next detonation."

"At least it'd be quick," he mutters, digging back in. 

Mmmm. So hungry.

"Lettin' me come an give you breaks," she says, omming and reaching over to take one of his pepper pretzels. "Then we're gettin' locked in here for sleep shift."

He snags one of her seedrolls in retaliation.

"Why don't they just lock me in one of the unused barracks," he grumbles. 

"Blaster make whole station go boom. And they didn't wanna spend money and time to set up a camera feed that will need to be dismantled in a week."

Grumble grumble food. 

"You gonna have much time for me between all those droid malfunctions lately?" he asks, after devouring half his meal in silence. 

...she doesn't want to think about it. Grumble.

"No, but I'll make it work. Lug them up here and work on them while you sleep." She finishes her food and passes the last two bites to him. "It's like they're infecting each other. They're not even networked! Griy is pissed at me for the trouble and it's not even working! And I swear Coorta is having me followed. I keep seeing his minions everytime I turn a corner."

He happily eats her last two bites. 

"You expect me to sleep with those things in here?" 

Uuugh. She flops her face into his shoulder. She also doesn't think that would be smart. More like suicide.

"Had to spend an hour plastered in kolto this morning. One of them somehow got back online while I was in it's guts and nearly took my face right off."

"Droids," he scoffs, "Guess you could work on them in here during the day. It'd keep Coorta out of your business, too."

Hm. She nods and takes his hand to play with it. "I'll bring all my stuff up in the morning. Uthuar might pout a little, but Grant will appreciate not having to guard you all day. Can you kick Coorta out of the camera feed?"

"Who, me? I'm just a prisoner." 

"A prisoner with free access to the security systems. I convinced Griy that locking the door behind me was enough security for the night. Cameras are disabled for privacy reasons. He was horrified at the thought of the other sec officers getting a free show."

He lets out a laugh, "Devious," he nudges her, "Alright, I'll poke around the system, see if I can give Coorta some problems."

"Maybe lower the cage settings while you're at it. Unless they're already on the lowest... don't want you falling over and burning your face off. I like your face."

"Well, it's not on the highest," he rubs his arm, "I'll see what I can do." 

He pushes himself up from the wall to make his way over to the console, shaking out a brief limp as he goes. 

...Sharra pouts and flops down on the ground, bereft of her Atton pillow.

"You don't think I'm being paranoid, do you? With Coorta."

"Nah," he taps away at the console, "He's a shifty son of a bitch. Opportunistic"