There was a certain solace that the navigator found in the crew galley; outside of his bedroom and his console it was where he spent the most of his time. There was booze there, and food... and a sabacc table coupled with a comfy three-seater couch that had obviously seen better days. As Mara plopped down next to him, Dav made some half-assed attempt at gratification by nodding and flashing her a thumbs-up, like Antares he too had a fondness for sugary deliciousness. After struggling with a rather large bite, Dav's eyes widened as she produced a rather fancy-looking bag; and here he was not getting her anything. He couldn't help himself; when he was around presents Dav was a child again, and he dug eagerly through the bag until he discovered the Kaadu toy, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah... he works great," Vanden managed in between a bright smile. It reminded him of home; not so much the bad memories: the fights with his father, his mother Moira wasting away in hospice before eventually succumbing to her illness, how he'd left the only world he'd ever known behind without so much as a second glance. It reminded him of the what always fascinated him about Naboo, how even in a galaxy with so much turmoil and oppression... that there was still beauty in all of it. He was taken aback, really, that she'd both gotten this for him and that a small toy could hold so much meaning for him. "Mara, this is... awesome, thank you." He said the last part in a hushed tone; almost as if he was afraid Percy or Ransom would be rounding the corner into the lounge at any minute. There were appearances to keep up, after all, though Davon's love of toys was well-known.

"I didn't get you anything... that can't stand. How much did you pay for it, I'll buy you a drink or some'n." With another toothy smile, he set the Kaadu down on the table and rose to his feet, walked over to food storage and began rustling through the ingredients. "I'm suppose' a be in charge of dinner tonight-" his voice chirped out over the sound of bottles clanking against each other. "I was gonna' make something easy, but what d'you want? Looks like we've alot of nerf steak left over..."

She plucked another doughnut out of the box as she watched Davon rustle through the pantry. "I don't much care, really. Somethin easy sounds good." Mara was usually indifferent when it came to meals, so long as there was something to eat, she was generally fine. "What about just re-heating those nerf steaks and toss some potatoes in?" She assumed thats the kind of thing most men liked. Meat. Potatoes. Yum.

"Or you could shred the meat and put some sauce on it and heat it up...like those sloppy sandwich things I liked so much from that cart vendor back on Coruscant? Remember?" She wasn't sure that he would, or even if he had been there for it.

Mara curled her legs up under her, tucking her bare feet under her cargo pants covered legs. Idly, she pushed her fingers through her sleek, dark locks as she watched the navigator quietly. She trusted him, which was a definite issue for her. It was hard to trust people after the last guy she had dated, not that they were dating or would be. It was just a thing. Finally, Mara took a swig straight out of the small bottle of milk and sat it down before she reached for her doughnut again, and directed her attention from Davon to the sabacc board in front of her for no particular reason.

No matter how Mara felt about the matter; there were plenty of times where Dav'd thought about the two of them, and there were many more times where he'd showed up at her cabin door, drunk, at four in the morning. Strangely, even to him, he'd been unable to banish the thought from his mind, even after the year or so she'd been part of the family. Normally when dealing with rejection Dav'd move on after a few hours and try another girl; and yet, despite his best efforts, lingering thoughts of "what if" hung in the deep recesses of his brain. And, while Mara is incredibly gorgeous and that was most certainly a large portion of his attraction to her, she seemed the type of girl that trusted him... and he trusted her in turn.

Not that she was the only one, Rawls being the person Dav trusted most. To him Rawls was, at the very least, a brother... albeit one who doles out his pay after a job, but a brother in spirit. Percy... he and Dav got along well enough, though their conversations never lasted long. Ransom... now Dav didn't quite know how he thought of Ransom. There were times when the man was his hero, and there were others when he was the bane of his existence; in addition to being the scariest person on the ship. They were all criminals, of course, but Ransom's record would put theirs to shame any day of the week. And then there was Doohan; who on more than one occasion had thrown punches at the significantly younger boy, usually only after Vanden had chipped away at the old man's patience for hours on end. Still, no matter what they said or did to one another, they were the closest thing to a family that Dav had ever truly had.

Mara would never, ever admit that she thought about it. Usually when he showed up about half lit (or even completely) at her door at some ungodly hour of the morning. She was mostly a night owl, and generally only slept a few hours a day anyway, so it never much bothered her. Nothing had ever happened though.

She snapped out of it and smiled slightly before she looked him over. "So how long of a flight is it this time? Couple days or a couple weeks? Do we have a job other than, well, you know....the passenger?" He didn't have to tell her details, of course, but she sometimes got a little antsy being cooped up for too long. Mara rarely showed it, but she did like to at least know, so that she could count down the days. And most of the time, if Davon was around, it didn't bother her too much.

"Hmm? Oh... I've no idea, really. Cap'n hasn't told me nothin' yet." He happened to glaze over the trip to Garos they'd probably be making; mainly because he was still unsure whether or not the Captain had taken the job. The man loved credits, anyone with half a brain did, so Davon was cautiously optimistic in that regard. Silence overtook the galley for a moment; uncharacteristic of their previous conversations. Perhaps it was the present she'd gotten him; he could have sworn she'd never gotten him anything before, why change that now? Not that he didn't appreciate the gift, that wasn't it at all, but for all her posturing and seeming lack of interest, her buying him a present stoked the flames of Dav's once-shattered ego. With a wry smile and a slight nudge of her arm with his own, he broke the silence. "So I noticed the way you got Percy's pants in a jumble, excellent work."

"Well it doesn't much matter. Just curious how long we'd be stuck in this tin can this time." She smirked a little and lifted her chin so she could look at him, although from that angle, he was upside down. "I wonder if we'll ever get to Corellia again though. I mean, my dad is there and its not like I've talked to him in years and my sister, well, she was on Coruscant and whatever, you know." He probably didn't know, because she hadn't told him much about why she left home and her sister. They shared DNA, but only from their mother, as their fathers were different. Well that and her sister was ISB, so she really had no desire to have that kind of run in.

"Percy? Oh it's not difficult to get his knickers in a twist. But I meant it. He was wearing a cool jacket." She murmured before she dropped her gaze and turned her attention back to her nails. "He's nice, Dav. Really. Quiet. Finicky. But nice." She smiled a little before she trailed her fingertips through her jet black locks and accidentally brushed his arm with her fingertips as she did.

The woman would never admit it, but there was some sort of a bit of jealousy when she saw Dav schmoozing up another potential notch in his bedpost. So to make up for it, she would flirt mercilessly, though unlike Dav, she never followed through with it. She wasn't the 'notch in the bedpost' kind of gal. Not that she was entirely thinking Dav was. It simply came across as such at times.

"That must have been rather awkward...." She commented finally as she quickly shut down her thoughts of jealousy. Mara had resisted thus far, and feeling jealous was probably not a good thing, especially if Davon had noticed her expression or felt her tension that wracked her entire form. So instead, she tried to relax.

Dav was no good with silence, hell, he talked more than any other person on the ship just so that there wouldn't be silence, something had to be done. To his luck, an idea perked up in the back of his mind; something he normally reserved for women he planned to sleep with. Despite this, Mara was a friend, and a hot friend at that, perhaps this might cheer her up. As abrupt as ever, Dav shot to his feet and motioned for her to take his hand. "Come'on, there's somethin' I wanna show you."

When he offered his hand, she hesitated for a minute and then placed her hand into his and pulled herself up carefully, then pulled herself to her feet before she straightened her clothes with her free hand. "What's that?" She asked as she would begin to follow him.

Within moments there were in front of his door; and Dav didn't doubt Mara was confused. Things would be explained in due time, for now he simply opened the door and stepped inside, beckoning for her to follow him. Even as she'd stepped through the doorway, Dav'd already begun clearing the pile of clothes and other junk that littered his two-person bed and kicking other refuse under it. Unfortunately for them all, this was the extent of his cleaning prowess. With a contented sigh, he turned back to Mara, hazel eyes twinkling in the dim light emanating from his nightstand. "Lay down on the bed, face-up, you gotta see this."

Was this another half assed attempt at getting her into bed? Probably. And he succeeded.

After he cleaned the pile of clothes off of the bed, Mara sat down on his bed and then dropped her head back onto one of the pillows before she trailed her fingers through her sleek black locks. "What's this all about, Dav?" She asked as she looked up at the ceiling above her.

The lights began to blink faster, until they stopped completely, and the room darkened. If Mara had any idea of what his intentions were, she might have figured this was indeed some half-assed attempt at getting her into bed. Instead, from the ceiling-mounted projector, a spectacular image materialized above their heads. The image in question was a brilliant filigree of stars; all different hues ranging from red to blue and gold. They spun above the pair's heads in a slow waltz, and Dav braved a look in her direction to judge her reaction. "I've spent alot of coin on this, I've always liked stars." With another grin, he pressed another button and the constellations changed, shooting overhead and rearranging into an entirely different cluster. "Since I was a kid-" he began again, his eyes now twinkling with both excitement and pride at the successful operation of his latest project, "-I've always loved space... more accurately I've loved stars. Somethin' about 'em, I guess. Anyhow, if there's one thing I've missed most about my homeworld, it was stargazing. I guess I always felt drawn to them... it was a sense of adventure, y'know?"

As the constellations continued to change, showing different systems and different colors, Dav became a child again, just for a moment. He was back on Naboo, sitting in his room staring out the window, wondering if there was something better out there. Turns out, there hadn't been, but his wanderlust had never escaped him. "I've been charting every system we've visited, hoping one day that I'll have a complete picture of all the stars..." his voice trailed off, and again he cast a glance in her direction.

"How many systems do you have done?" she asked as she glanced to him for a moment, then looked back up. Mara hadn't been with them that long, so she hadn't seen a whole lot yet, but there was still plenty of time.

She turned her head again then and caught his gaze and held it for several long moments.