It had been quite a while since she'd last done any extensive running, her body so unused to it now that her lungs burned when she reached the site of the crash, the downed ship nestled among a cluster of trees that hadn't survived its landing. The design of the ship reminded her of the fighters that had been used during the Clone Wars, but ships had always been Anakin's area of expertise and not her own.

With that fresh pang in her heart, she stepped closer to the pilot and his droid (when did astromechs start coming in that design?) and called out, "Do you need any help?" Everything about her says average backwater woman, with her plain dress and hair pulled back into a simple tail, and she has to hope that if he is an agent of the Empire, he won't think twice about her.