Ezra and Zeb were assigned on the same dorm, even if the lasat disagreed to a ridiculous degree.
"Dare touch my stuff and I will throw you out the airlock." Zeb growled, peering Ezra over.
"Zeb!" Hera exclaimed, eyes opened, "Don't you dare threaten anybody here, not on my ship."
Ezra coughed when he smelled the purple guy's breath. The teenager gently pushed him away, making Zeb snarl at him.
"You heard me kid." The lasat continued, whispering in his ear.
"Ugh— you two— just get out of here." Hera responded.
"The wookies are being shipped over there." Sabine inquired. Pointing at a shipment.
"Thank you Sabine." Hera sighed, pinching her forehead, "Leave Zeb with the kid and please but please— don't cause any trouble."
Sabine shot at nasty look at both of them and slowly continued and traced back to her conversation.
The two clowns left the cockpit towards Zeb's room.
"Damn your lucky I stay here." Ezra whispered to himself, remembering how much he helped Zeb stay organized and actually customize his... bland room.
The older being looked towards the short human, "Remember my warning." He growled.