"Twi'lek!" The shout comes before she can finish, and without any other kind of greeting, a tall, sandy-haired human pulls a chair up to their booth, sitting down next to Hera.
She ducks down, startled, hand halfway to her ankle holster before she gets a good look at the man. But she composes herself quickly, folding her hands over the table and putting on her well-honed disinterested face.
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"Twi'lek!" The shout comes before she can finish, and without any other kind of greeting, a tall, sandy-haired human pulls a chair up to their booth, sitting down next to Hera.
She ducks down, startled, hand halfway to her ankle holster before she gets a good look at the man. But she composes herself quickly, folding her hands over the table and putting on her well-honed disinterested face.
"Can we help you?"