Jaden's eyes rose from the glass he was nursing, and a smile was thrown towards Sheena as she joined the assemblage of Valkyries that had taken over a small corner of the bar. His eyes deviated slightly as the sensors either side of the door bleeped, a momentary look of confusion settling on his features as MARCUS entered. As part of his responsibilities as the ship's executive officer, Jaden had been working to encourage MARCUS to loosen up and interact with the crew more, tossing in terms like efficiency and personnel synergy to bluff the mechanoid into believing it was a beneficial idea. In truth, Jaden mostly wanted the droid to learn to become a little less weird and creepy: despite all his sophistication, MARCUS hadn't quite seemed to find his way into that almost alive niche that astromechs and protocol droids occupied.

The offer to buy Sheena a drink caught Jaden by surprised, and he allowed himself a brief moment of being silently impressed. Sure, there was a certain computery calculation to it - a variable missing from Sheena's social interaction algorithm, or however it was that MARCUS would conceptualise it - but it hinted at an awareness and understanding of the organic beings around him that Jaden hadn't realised the droid possessed. Maybe his quest to humanise MARCUS wasn't such a lost cause after all.

He let his attention drift back to Sheena, an eyebrow quirking as a faint ghost of a smile tried to sneak it's way onto his lips. "Corellian Twister?" he echoed. "You sure that's a drink, and not a sex move?"