Oh, I'm being murdered.

Pedro sighed. The Mandalorian looked up, but didn't respond. "So." He took a seat opposite. "What do you want me to do with you?"

There was a beat of silence. The Mandalorian shifted in his chair.

"I need residence for the period of time that I'll be here. I need to know everything about this planet and what I need to do to survive. I need shelter, food, and currency, and the knowledge to sustain myself." Another pause. "And I need work."

Cover credit to my dearest friend @hokusai~