Oh, kolto! She's seen it used before and even stole some once, but she doesn't really expect to be able to use the stuff. She watches in fascination as he dresses her wrist with it... though the mention of Alek sobers her some. 

"So you'll let me take this with me when we get there?" She asks, motioning a little with the blaster she's still holding. 

He gives her a confused look.

"Did you think I was giving you blaster training for fun?  Of course I'm letting you take it.  Need to get you a holster for it, too."

"Well you did say you'd only let me carry it if I could prove I could hit what I aimed at from farther back, and I missed that shot and also hurt my wrist..." she shrugs. She'd been penalized for less, honestly. 

"You hit it from that distance just fine, and now you're not going to try and shoot it one-handed and end up shooting a gas line instead.  And you haven't pointed it at me or left the safety off yet.  C'mon, lets go get you a holster."

That gets a smile, "I won't," she agrees, following after him. "Hurting my arms is the second most annoying thing." 

"Lemme guess, the first is hurting your leg?"

He leads her back to the shooting room, keying a code into one of the locker doors once they're inside and looking through the contents.

"You got a belt?"

"Yeah, I broke my leg last year and it was the most annoying thing ever cause I could move everything else but I couldn't walk. At least with a sprained wrist I can walk, even if I can't climb."

The code gets memorized automatically again, not that she's really planning on using it at this point. 

"I have a belt," she confirms, tugging on it where it wraps around her hips at the seam of her pants and the skin tight sleeveless shirt she's wearing. "Though my jacket covers it a little, when I wear it." It's a little big on her. Cozy, though. 

He pulls out a holster designed to attach to a belt, meant for the model of blaster he gave her.

"Here.  Put this on your belt, and keep that blaster in it whenever you aren't using it."

Nodnodnod! She does as instructed, bouncing a bit once it's secured to her belt to check she can move around with it. 

"It's good," she nods after a bit, though she'll want to try moving up and down a bit more before she'll be totally satisfied with the spot it's hanging from. "Thanks," she adds, looking up at him and shifting on her feet. He definitely did not have to give her a weapon. Maybe her senses were onto something with the whole 'likes kids' thing. 

"N'entye."  He smiles at her slightly.

"It's past lunch time.  You got anything you can't eat?" He begins to walk back towards the kitchen area, glancing behind him to see if she's still following.

"I've got food." It's just ration bars, but she doesn't really care about the taste at this point. She is beyond used to it. Though she does miss those sweets she used to get from the street stall near the market.

He grunts in response, and sets about making lunch.  2 servings of it, of course, and he sets one in front of her before beginning to eat the other.  He watches to see if there's any part of the meal she doesn't eat.

Not really, no. She blinks at him and thanks him, and then she starts by spooning out a sample of any unfamiliar things, tasting them, and then picking out any objectionable bits to swallow down first, so fast she probably barely feels or tastes them. That done, she does her best to only eat the rest quickly, rather than wolfing it down as though she hasn't eaten in days. 

Alright then.  When he finishes his food, he washes up after himself and returns to his own quarters, for the time being.

He continues to make food for her every time he eats, and lets her practice with the blaster for a bit every day.  He teaches her how to clean it after a day, and while he doesn't let her use any of the other blasters, he does let her come with him to the target room whenever he goes.  He doesn't seem to be pushing her on doing any cleaning for him yet, but also doesn't tend to clean up after her at any point.

Jamis takes his pointers about cleaning her weapons just as seriously as she did all the other safety instructions, and her accuracy remains as solid as it was the first day, even after they move her back a few more markers. She's curious about the other weapons, but most of them are big enough she doesn't even ask to try them, having no desire to injure herself again. 

She starts out cleaning up after herself out of habit, and after a day of him making meals for her, she makes a point of taking over cleaning up after those, as well. (She also starts showing a tendency to climb up onto higher surfaces so she can sit somewhere closer to his height, though she'll quietly relocate to a chair rather than eating on the table if told to.) The rest of the ship... she's not entirely sure where to start with some of the rooms, but she does tidy up the room her cubby is in, and cleans up the kitchen as well - she knows how to do that, at least, dad pretty much never did and Jamis only had to get food poisoning from gross kitchen surfaces twice before she wised up. 

"What do you want me to clean next?" She asks him at lunch on the third day, somewhat at a loss after she'd spent the morning on the kitchen. "And m'I supposed to use the cleaning stuff from the kitchen on all of it?" 

He doesn't say anything about her sitting on the table, apparently finding it unobjectionable.

When she asks this, he glances up from his lunch and shrugs.

"If you can't find anything you'd rather do with your time than clean, I suppose the hallways could use some sweeping, and I haven't cleaned out the inside of the sonic shower yet this week."

After a brief pause, something seems to occur to him.

"Were you hoping to get a head start on paying me back for getting your brother back?"

"I mean, yeah. And also he's littler than I am, and he probably won't be able to help a lot at first cause..." cause they have him locked in a cage and drugged all the time and that's definitely gonna have some nasty aftereffects. "So I'm gonna get a bunch done before so I can take care of him." 

She would like to do other things with her time - she's in the middle of one of the slicing modules she'd stolen from a rodian on the first ship she'd stowed away on, for example - but she can put that on hold to make sure she's ready for Alek. 

"Go ahead and get the 'fresher cleaned, today, mostly the inside of the sonic.  The cleaning supplies for the 'fresher are in there, if you can't figure out what something's for, come ask me.  I'll figure out a cleaning schedule for you and start you on it tomorrow, don't worry about the hallways today.  We can negotiate how many days of cleaning you'll need to do in total tomorrow, once I've got the schedule figured out, but don't worry about skipping the first few days when we get out."

He picks up a holopad and begins typing on it, muttering under his breath in mando'a as he works.

She nods along to the instructions, "The 'fresher didn't look too bad when I was in there, bet I can do that before dinnertime even." She goes silent for a moment, looking away and swinging her legs absently as she thinks, "You've got... I mean, you have a medbay, do you have stuff for... withdrawal? I don't know what they're feeding him but I don't think they care if it's addictive..." 

"It'll depend on what they have him on.  If coming off it unassisted might be fatal, I've almost definitely got something that'll get him through the immediate symptoms, but it'll probably still be unpleasant.  Otherwise, you'll almost definitely have to treat him symptom by symptom.  I can help you identify what he's on and how to treat him, if you need, and I can warn you about stuff that may be addictive itself if used for too long."

He rarely has guests who's comfort is his concern, and the armor is generally pretty good against drugged darts, so he's not terribly well equipped for this situation.

She crosses her ankles and tenses, stopping the swinging. "I don't think it'll be a fatal thing, if they're any smart at all. If they ran out and he died they'd be out a lot of creds." Speaking of credits, "Won't that kind of thing cost a lot?" 

"You wanted to hire me, right? You want him back alive and well, so as I see it, that's what you're hiring me for.  Makes giving him medical treatment part of the job."

He makes a note on his holopad to add the price of medical supplies to the accounting when he works out her paying off the debt. 

She nods solemnly, "Okay." She hops down from the table, picking up her bowl and his and taking them over to the sink for washing.

He watches her silently for a moment, and then goes back to writing on his tablet, eventually returning to muttering under his breath in mando'a.

"Um..." she interjects, once the bowls and cutlery are put away again, "What's that language?"