A togruta male and Mirialan female

You follow the Captain to the lounge. A square room with a small kitchen, a table with seats and a hologram board. This is where the crew comes to relax when they don’t have much other work to do. That is where you see the other two crew members, both of them seeming only a few years older than you.

The first one is a Mirialan female. Like most other Mirialan, she has green skin and also the typical tattoos on her face. Her clothes consist of a white tanktop and cargo shorts. These clothes are full of dirty marks making you think she is the ship’s mechanic. Her hair is short enough to not reach past her shoulders. Then again, you are a Twi’lek, you don’t have enough experience with hair to know whether her hair is to be considered long or short.

The other is a Togruta male. While most of his body is covered with brown clothes, based on his facial features you would presume most of his skin is orange colored. There are a few marks around his eyes that are white, though. Would there be more of those on other parts of his body? At least there is another person here with Lekku like you. Hopefully nobody will refer to yours as head-tails now. Though he’s got three, two covering his chest and a third on his back. They are a lovely mix of blue and white stripes.

“This is Marash Dem.” The Captain says as he points at the Togruta. “He is the pilot of the Cerulean Swallow. Or at least piloting it whenever I’m not.”
“Which nearly all of the time.” Marash remarks with a smile.
“And she over there is named Seva.” The Captain continues. “She’s our mechanic.”
When being introduced Seva merely nods to you.
Then the Captain turns back to you and says, “Crew, this is Seela Ben.”
“Hi.” You say awkwardly and still holding that empty plate. You feel kind of embarrassed being introduced to everyone while wearing that.
“Here, let me take those.” Captain Millus says as he takes the plate and datapad from your hands.
As the Captain walks away with them, Seva speaks up and says, “So, Seela. Who did you belong to?”
“Seva.” Marash says with slight annoyance. “You can’t just ask her that?”
Seva shrugs and asks, “Why not? If she escaped from slavery it only expected for her owner to come searching for her. I just want to know what level of bad guy we might be dealing with.”
“While it may not be polite to ask, it probably would do us well to know.” The Captain says as he puts away the plate and datapad. “Well the, Seela? Who is your former owner?”