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he hadn’t been expecting anyone else to be here – not that it’s a strange place to find someone, but he had it on good authority that it would be deserted at this particular hour. so he tenses, fingers twitching towards the lightsaber tucked away in his jacket, eyeing the woman warily. ❝ sorry, I must have taken a wrong turn … ❞ friend or foe, he’s wary of her, prepared to fight or RUN, if needed, but hoping for neither.
Sharp senses come to a halt and turn into alert mode in a split of a second even if solely just in case. Her fingers familiarly find home in her gun, retrieving it with her finger ready to pull the trigger came as naturally to Riza as it was breathing or blinking. She never was proud of it. Still, she's aiming at the sudden stranger for a second, although looks are hardly enough to go by he's not the threat she though he could be. Her brows frown, her gaze drifts only slightly away from the young man picking up on the noise of something or someone else approaching,. ❛ Are you being followed? ❜ Her question is severe and urgent, but far from hostile towards him.
