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Revan flopped down in a chair at a table, setting her drink on top of the table and leaning forward.
"Why did I volunteer to hang out here," she muttered to herself, motioning for the straw to turn in her glass without touching it. This world was so unlike her own, completely foreign ... completely weird.
She pulled out her datapad, hoping it'd be similar enough to the things other people were using, and started to make notes to herself. She'd need to pop back over and either bring T3 through, or at least assure him she wouldn't be long and to put the ship in safe orbit somewhere. She sighed, straw turning in her drink again.
"She better appreciate this," she continued under her breath.














