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Padmé Amidala Naberrie ([personal profile] senateur) wrote2018-08-14 10:45 pm

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wow I super did not mean to leave this hanging for six months, jesus

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-05-06 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
A quick, pleasant smile - it's remarkable how his face transforms in that half a second - and he nods toward the exit. "Can I take that for you?" offering a hand.

(He's no one, right now, for all intents and purposes. He exists only as a guide, a flashing signal; a voice that can reassure her, a face she can trust, a body between her and the thousand things that could go fatally wrong with this plan. That's his only job here, and it's almost restful.

He reminds himself of that, to keep his mind from racing.)
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[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-05-07 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Tsabin," he echoes in a cordial tone, not at all in keeping with those watchful eyes. "Ference Valari. I'm afraid the agency couldn't spare anyone more senior, so you get me." He flashes another smile, disarming, self-deprecating, as they reach the exit, and scans the street up and down before stepping aside politely. "But I hope I'll be able to answer any questions you have. --This way."

He keeps pace with her as they go - and he is armed, discreetly enough that she has to know where to look. Anyone else would have to be looking in the first place, and Cassian is reasonably sure no one will. There's no one to see. Just the woman in her sober gown, the young man solicitous of his companion. "How was your flight?"

Three blocks through a small, sluggish business district. With luck, no more than a quarter of an hour in the open. With care, no proof they were ever here.

Keep going.