Hesitantly, Sucasa creeps up to the edge of the booth, shyly waving at the Sljee, even as her gaze is caught up by the olfactory-sensing blooms on their back. They're so pretty.

Wrema smiles hesitantly, moving next to Sucasa and trying not to fidget nervously. It's a task.

"You're pretty," she says, then looks back at Hera, wondering if she (or the droid) will translate the sentiment. Or maybe it's rude.