And so, properly dressed for the spacer's lifestyle...

Let them be off.

Their first set of jobs are mostly benign, smuggling black market goods across battle lines to settlements on the wrong side of Trade Federation embargoes.

Something she excels at - and a role she thrives in. She's always liked helping people directly, where she can see the immediate impact of her actions...

Elesse is pleased this works for her.

(She is also pleased to let Anakin take charge as much as she wants, acting whenever and however directed.)

She isn't always interested in leading, let alone in having the body - but she does enjoy stepping forward, and she enjoys giving Elesse general guidelines to follow.

Perfect.

And of course, they have plenty of time alone in hyperspace to play.

Almost as if it was planned. 

Funny how that works out, yeah.

And of course, when they have breaks between runs at Maz's place... Anakin has the chance to make some friends.

Something she's very out of practice at - her early attempts involve sitting awkwardly at the bar and trying to look cute and approachable while at the same time not being too approachable by creeps. This is... A delicate balance to strike, and one she's not entirely successful at. (She is, however, very good at scaring off creeps.)

Well, if it's only creeps that get scared off...

"Hey there. I like your jacket." The woman who approaches her is a little younger than Elesse, and, unusually, is wearing a belted dress in dark blue synthsilk with a skirt just long enough to swish, rather than the more typical tunic and pants combination.

Definitely not the cute girls in interesting outfits.

"Thanks - it's my favorite. And I like your dress," she says, not entirely hiding how her gaze darts to the woman's legs.

"It's my favorite too!" She laughs. "Can I buy you a drink, in celebration of nice clothes?"

"Alright." She has a very pretty laugh...

(...Anakin miiight want to kiss her...)

She wouldn't object.

She beckons the bartender for two drinks. "So what's your name, oh fashionable one?"

"Call me Fantosme. And you?"

"Ceru. Nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine."

It sure could be.

"I don't think I've seen you around before..."

"I haven't been here since I was small - my grandfather was a regular, way back when. I'm starting to figure out why." 

"The fine company?"

"And the interesting stories."

"Are you asking for mine?"