@moonsdvst | CONTINUED
A helmet’s advantage is that it hides your face from strangers and protects your head, sure. But now, Sabine is even more grateful as it also hides any emotions her expressions could give away.
She’s not used to be left behind. She’s not used to be the one keeping the Ghost safe either. She’s not sure what to do with this stranger, not sure how to act or what to tell. Her lips pressed together anxiously, Sabine catches a glimpse of Chopper coming closer. Pauses, thinking, what would Hera do.
❝ I’ve had worse targets, ❞ Sabine said truthfully. The stranger seemed harmless enough, but she knew not to judge a book by its cover.
❝ Really now. If so, I’ve never heard of you. ❞ But again, she thought bitterly, it wouldn’t be the first time that her friends hid something from her. And she could hardly blame them for doing so.
Wariness prickles Cirz’s senses in small waves, but the Mandalorian lingers despite her apprehension. Cirz is glad for it. That means he has a chance to prove he won’t be a threat to her. (If only it worked as smoothly for him as his master used to make it look.)
“Umm. That is not ideal.” He admits, his voice calm and giving away that he is thinking. His attention turns to the droid. “...You remember me, Chopper, don’t you?”
At that, the droid wheels its head towards him, then, to the Mandalorian. It makes the most aggravated series of noises, waving its small robotic arm.
Then it grabs a spare blaster out of the other’s holster and fires without warning —
