[ His approach makes her feel skittish, pinpricks of something somehow familiar that she can't quite identify. She has the urge to draw out her own lightsaber - the exact same same color, it's uncanny - but she doesn't. She doesn't want to be perceived as a threat. Or, not a reckless one, anyway.
Instead, since she's evidently been spotted, she stands, hands on her hips as she glares down at him. ]
Are you looking for something? [ Though it's a question, there's a warning note in her voice. ]
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Instead, since she's evidently been spotted, she stands, hands on her hips as she glares down at him. ]
Are you looking for something? [ Though it's a question, there's a warning note in her voice. ]