[ To be fair, she isn't looking much better for wear, legs and arms plastered with mud, to the point that the words on her shirt are barely visible anymore - though she's used to being impossibly dirty and the stench of the swamp barely bothers her. Especially now that she has far more worrying things to preoccupy her thoughts.
A hard, barbed glare as she notes there's something unusual about his speech. There's something strange about this entire room, it seems, and she's already skittish about such unfamiliar territory.
Careful, as to not let her voice betray her dread: ] So they saved you, too.
[ CERES has an ironic taste in refugees. They could have saved Finn, Chewbacca, BB-8 - anyone else, but they had to save him. ]
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A hard, barbed glare as she notes there's something unusual about his speech. There's something strange about this entire room, it seems, and she's already skittish about such unfamiliar territory.
Careful, as to not let her voice betray her dread: ] So they saved you, too.
[ CERES has an ironic taste in refugees. They could have saved Finn, Chewbacca, BB-8 - anyone else, but they had to save him. ]