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[herostanding]

Jacen Solo -- clothes dirty and hair tangled -- doesn't even look up as he scrambles through the door on his hands and knees.

He's following a baby gartro, murmuring to it under his breath. Its wing is broken, but it's still moving pretty fast, and seems nervous even of Jacen. He's fixing that, but he sure hopes no one steps on it in the meantime.

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[mandercommander]

Bonzo notices a kid (who may or may not be vaguely familiar?) come into the Bar.

"Hey there."

That'd be a sixteen-year-old (at least to appearances) sitting at a table not too far from the Door.

[herostanding]

It takes Jacen a few seconds to realise Bonzo is talking to him: most of his attention is on the injured gartro. But it's stopped moving quite so quickly and seems to be studying Jacen, now.

He blinks as he looks up, and offers a distracted smile. "Hullo. Don't move fast, 'kay? You'll scare her."

[mandercommander]

Bonzo nods. "No problem."

[herostanding]

Jacen nods back very seriously, then focuses on the gartro again. He murmurs again, but it wouldn't make much sense to listen to (unless, perhaps, you were Jaina). Most of the communication takes place on a different level.

Eventually, he is able to pick up the creature with no threat of being bitten; he grins at Bonzo as he stands.

"She's gonna sleep. She'll hurt again when she wakes up, but she'll heal okay if I set her wing."

He assumes Bonzo cares. C'mon, poor hurt animals! Who wouldn't care?