Nowhere. I told you, I'm no one. [ It's admittedly a little coy, letting him see a vegetable stand across the gravel rough street from her but not in her actual general proximity, slipping around the backside of an empty canvas tent, nimble feet not even kicking up dust as she weaves in and out. No one pays her much mind, which is exactly what she prefers, surprised again to hear the vaguest hint of amusement from him in her head. She is unpracticed, some technique under her belt but no where near expert, and it's tricky to keep someone already disarmingly entrenched in mind out, but she manages well enough.
Strategy is another story— rushing him, presumably while tucked away in some Order base nearby is a little suicidal, pausing again for a moment to weigh her options. The obvious, wise choice is to hightail it out of there with Chewie in tow, back to the safety of the Resistance to live another day. But her curiosity drags her back through the streets in the opposite direction of safety. ]
What if I wanted to talk. In person. [ She puts that out there with an unusual brand of gentleness, force fingers careful against the nape of his neck, a ghost of a whisper to his ear, letting him in just enough to know she doesn't mean any funny business. She's not here for him, in truth, a simple reconnaissance mission and a test of her own capabilities ( she'd specifically asked for the assignment, despite the protests of a certain ex-stormtrooper, mollified only by Chewbacca's chaperoning. ) She asks and she clamps down on her location in case he says no, in case talking is the last thing he wants to do with her right now, crouching physically and mentally beside a creaky wooden cart, abandoned in some dusty corner. ]
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Strategy is another story— rushing him, presumably while tucked away in some Order base nearby is a little suicidal, pausing again for a moment to weigh her options. The obvious, wise choice is to hightail it out of there with Chewie in tow, back to the safety of the Resistance to live another day. But her curiosity drags her back through the streets in the opposite direction of safety. ]
What if I wanted to talk. In person. [ She puts that out there with an unusual brand of gentleness, force fingers careful against the nape of his neck, a ghost of a whisper to his ear, letting him in just enough to know she doesn't mean any funny business. She's not here for him, in truth, a simple reconnaissance mission and a test of her own capabilities ( she'd specifically asked for the assignment, despite the protests of a certain ex-stormtrooper, mollified only by Chewbacca's chaperoning. ) She asks and she clamps down on her location in case he says no, in case talking is the last thing he wants to do with her right now, crouching physically and mentally beside a creaky wooden cart, abandoned in some dusty corner. ]