When he came to his senses the first thing he noticed was the pain in his head; he remembered fighting against a bounty hunter though he wasn't sure why he was in some sort of bedroom instead of a cell.
He was startled when he saw the mandalorian woman standing by the doorway.
"Hey there kid." her helmet crackled with a metallic voice.
"What happened?" he said while grabbing his head.
"I'm Miarrath, a bounty hunter. I was the one who caught you and your little friends." She said. "The contract didn't mention you were part of the gang, what were you doing running with that kind of scum?"
"I'm Anon... t-they promised I would earn lots of credits if I ran with them." he said.
"You're a fool, you could have gotten yourself shot." she scolded him.
"Are you going to turn me in?" he asked meekly.
"No, you don't have a price on your head." she explained "Though I'm not sure what to do with you."
Maybe it was just the allure of mystery but he found himself staring at her body—even if he hadn't seen an inch of her skin there was something about the way she carried herself which was extremely attractive to him.
"Well... I'm sure a cute bounty hunter like yourself would need an apprentice, right?"
"Cute?" she laughed "I think I might have hit you too hard back there, besides, you're a bit too young for me."
"Come on, I swear I can learn." Anon pleaded.
"Fine, I'll take you in as a foundling, but you'll have to earn your keep." she snapped her fingers and said "Hey, my eyes are up here."
"Of course." he pointed to her chest "Are those real or is it just the shape of the armor?"
"Who... do you think I am? If you seriously believe I have the time or credits for!" she was clearly flustered "You know what, I'm not even going to answer that."
"Oh..." he said, realizing he was being rude. "Sorry."
"No, this is the way, help me get off this armor." she said.
He reached for her helmet but she grabbed him by the wrist.
"First rule: the helmet stays on." she said bluntly.