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hands come up in a defensive stance, eyes a little wider than they had been moments ago. “considering i’ve been in deep space for the last… ten or so years i would say i haven’t have the pleasure of learning.” a crooked kind of smile curves across pale lips. “and what’s to say you’re not one of them no good types? if you’re so good at the game that is.”
“Well. I can help you learn...if you like? You might like it.” She grinned before frowning with a harrumph. “I am not the no good type! I’m a Jedi Master!” If one could believe it. Siri was 34 and hadn’t grown up yet, despite her mothering tendencies.















