@maskedterror started following you
The hall was noisy enough, the clack clack clacking of her boots on the floor just added to the blood pounding in her ears. She was late, again, as usual. Why anyone would expect anything different, she did not know. She did try, she really did- but to no avail.
Trusty datapad in one hand, the other curled in a fist to help her run through the corridors. Long hair fluttered as she made her way through the base. She had left her helmet in her room again, where it was she wasn’t sure. Under a pile of something, no doubt.
The bad thing about being late, especially to meet him, was that there was no telling where he would go next. She was fortunate enough to see his tall figure turn a corner. She wondered what unfortunate discipline she’d suffer for tardiness, though. “Lord Ren! Lord Ren!”
