**Sorry for the double post, but here's the next part I wanted to write...**
Naya was led to a small but well set out room. It was clear that the Mandalorians stayed at the building regularly, although the place looked more like a basic motel room rather than any sort of permanent living quarters.
"So do you guys live here?" Naya asked as Gripp was about to leave.
He shook his head, "I don't and most of the others don't. This is just temporary accommodation while we seek out others to join our cause."
"And what cause is that?" Naya asked warily.
Gripp turned to face her, his face was still hidden by his silver helmet with orange highlights. "It is our goal to restore true order to Mandalore, by whatever means necessary."
Naya managed to hide the shudder than ran down her spine at the cold tone of Gripp's words. "So is Vren part of the Deathwatch?"
"If he knows what's good for him. The leaders will expect some sort of repayment for the use of the Bacta tank," Gripp stated.
"How long do you think he'll be in there for?" Naya queried, eager to change the subject from Deathwatch.
Gripp shrugged, "Probably no more than a day. I suggest you take the opportunity to rest." He moved to the door and gave her a once over, "In the meantime, I'll see if I can find some more suitable clothes for you."
He was gone before she could make comment on that. Hopefully more suitable meant the clothes who be made of more cloth rather than less.
Naya felt that she'd only just closed her eyes when there was a chime of the doorbell. She sat up, stretched and then quickly rearranged her cloak before opening the door. A young female Mandalorian stood at the door, in her armour but without the helmet. In her arms she held a pile of clothes.
The Mandalorian smiled, "Here," she said as she thrust the clothes into Naya's hands, "Gripp said you needed some new clothes. There are a couple of my old things there that might fit you."
Naya looked at the Mandalorian, she was a good head shorter than her. Somehow she had a feeling the pants were going to be too short. But she thanked her and went back into her room to try on the clothes.
As she suspected the cargo pants were on the short side, however Naya put her boots back on and tucked in the pant legs so no one would be the wiser. She put on the long sleeved t-shirt which again was too short in the sleeve department and a little too tight across her bust. Luckily the Mandalorian girl had also supplied her with a vest which partly hid the overly tight shirt.
She left on the decorative lekku socks that covered the majority of her headtails. They didn't match anything she wore except the boots, since both contained silver highlights. Naya refused to take of the lekku socks anywhere but in the privacy of her own space. Her right lek was horrendously scarred. She shuddered as the image of "The White Wall" came to mind. That particular Mandalorian was a psycho butcher. She hoped never to cross paths with him again.
At that moment the door chimed again. She answered it to see Gripp once more, "Vren's awake."