UPON THE ASTEROID N'TALA, ALONGSIDE COMMANDER TU'UN
"By the way, Commander," Perdante asked humbly, "is there anywhere that my comrade and I could get a hot shower in the refreshers as well as medical treatment? I'm sorry to have met you under these...odiferous conditions." She wrinkled her nose, as she still smelled worse than a Hutt's backside after dinner. Maybe the Mal did not have olfactory organs that were as sensitive as a human's. The Jedi certainly hoped so, as she tried to stay upwind of her rescuer and benefactor. The rebreather masks were certainly helping, but this time...?