"This doesn't make sense, the contract only said there were six guys in the gang." She thought.
Miarrath had captured a group of wanted outlaws; however, there seemed to be a problem—there was one extra member in the gang which hadn't been accounted for. He had no bounty on him so she couldn't just turn him in with the others, who was this kid?
The mandalorian examined him thoroughly and found that he didn't have the distinct tattoo the rest of them had; probably some sort of rookie.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard him shuffle around in bed.
"Hey there kid." her helmet crackled with a metallic voice.
"Aghh... Wh-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. "Who are you? what were you doing with that kind of scum?"
"I'm Anon... t-they're not my friends, 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."
"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.
For once Miarrath felt pitty, she knew what it was like to not fit in anywhere and even if she wasn't going to admit it she liked the prospect of having a handsome young man to train.
"Fine, I'll take you in as a foundling, but you'll have to earn your keep."
"Yes, of course." he said, overjoyed.
She got close enough for him to see his reflection her helmet's T-shaped visor.
"This is the way..." she grabbed his hand "Now, help me get off this armor."
He reached for her helmet but she grabbed him by the wrist.
"First rule: the helmet stays on." she said bluntly.