"No can do, Erin. I used those credits to buy myself this pretty little Joben T-85. Ain't she a beauty?" The Trandoshan flashed his teeth in a grin as he delicately ran his claws along the speeder's detailed plating. "Even if I still had 'em, there's no way I would give 'em back to you. I won those credits fair and square." He snorted.

"Damnit, Harsk." Erin scoffed and rolled her eyes. She shifted her weight nervously, practically able to feel Din's burning stare on the back of her head. After a moment of silence she whispered, "You see that guy back there?"

Harsk raised a scaly brow, looking over her shoulder. "Who? The mando?" He chortled, crossing his arms over his chest in an unimpressed manner. "So you've got a bodyguard now. Is that it? What's he gonna do? Freeze me in carbonite and ship me off to some backwater prison? Hah!"

"I'm going to be the one in carbonite if you don't give me something to pay him back with! Those were his credits I lost!" Erin seethed, struggling to keep her voice down.

Harsk got even more of a kick out of that, unable to contain his laughter. "Oh, this is too good! You've really gotten yourself in deep bantha dung this time, Erin!" He continued to laugh while he climbed onto his speeder.

"You lily-livered lizard! I'm going to kill you!"

"Good luck with that!" The Trandoshan cackled, revving the engines and zooming off before she could stop him.

Erin uttered a long string of curses under her breath as he disappeared in a cloud of dust. She spun around on her heel and slowly walked towards Din, wondering what her excuse would be.

"I take it that didn't go well." He mused, tilting his head forward. If only she could see the scowl on his face. Maybe if he glared hard enough, she would feel it. "So. Where are my credits?"

"Yeah, about that." She rubbed her temples and sighed heavily. "They're gone. I can't get them back."

He was quiet for a moment. Then, he let out a heavy sigh. "I'm not letting you get away with this."

"I know, I know." She waved her hands dismissively. "I might have something back at my place. Just follow me, okay?"

***

"A speeder that barely functions, a gun that doesn't even shoot, and a few Calamari Flan. How thoughtful of you." Din's tone was sharp and venomous, like the edge of a poison-dipped sword.

Erin scoffed and threw her hands up. "I'd be giving away my entire livelihood if I gave you anything else!" She argued.

He jabbed an accusing finger at her chest. "Maybe you shouldn't have stolen credits from me just to lose them all in a bet!" He seethed through his modulator. "You're going to pay back what you owe me. Every. Single. Credit."

"How?!"

"Easy. You'll come with me and work off your debt."

Erin was appalled. "You want me to hunt bounties with you? I'm no good at bounty hunting! I don't even know how!"

"You better learn, then, because I sure as hell won't be teaching you."

Erin wracked her brain for some sort of witty reply, or perhaps a stinging insult. Despite her best efforts, she could find neither. She was at a loss for words. Since words had failed her, she instead decided to express her frustration by screaming at the top of her lungs to whatever god was listening, if there was one.

She barely lasted ten seconds, already red-faced and huffing by five.

During all this, Din had been watching with slight amusement. Yet at the same time, he was rather annoyed. Erin had always been dramatic. This was nothing new.

"You done?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

She slowly turned to face him with a dangerous glare to her eyes. She whipped her hair out of her face and took a deep breath. "You are such an asshole."

"I just want my money back."

"I know!" She snarled, curling her hands into fists in a brief spurt of anger. Once the moment had subsided, she allowed herself to calm down enough to speak normally. "I know. You don't need to remind me. I'll go with you on your stupid ship, okay? At least it means I can leave this dump..."

"Good. Grab whatever possessions you want because we won't be returning here anytime soon." He replied calmly, gesturing to the dilapidated hut she called home.

***

Erin studied the exterior of Din's ship. "Looks like the Razor Crest has seen better days." She commented, noting that the gunship's hull was discolored in certain spots.

"Jawas stripped my ship of its parts while I was hunting a bounty on Arvala-7. I was able to rebuild it with some help." Din replied. He closed the hatch he had been inspecting and headed for the entrance ramp.

"It needs a new paint-job. The hull is a mess."

"I didn't bring you along to make fun of my ship, so let's get a move on."

Erin rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Calm down, Mr. Grump. I was only joking!"

Din led her up the ramp into some sort of cargo hold. He instructed her to place her belongings there in the meantime while they traveled to their next destination, which she was not aware of yet. After that, he climbed a narrow ladder and slipped into the cockpit of the ship.

Erin followed Din into the cockpit once she had secured her belongings. After a quick look around, she sat down in the empty chair to her right and got comfortable. The hum of the Crest's engines soon filled her ears as Din powered them up in preparation for liftoff.

Watching Suvol become smaller and smaller through the window, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. A fresh start didn't seem so bad, even if it included some debt and a certain thorn in her side named Din Djarin.