!! She sets down her pike against the wall, tossing her towel over her shoulder. "Hey there. Hopefully you didn't have to search too long for me."

Approaches ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴛᴄᴀʜ with a bowl of Ramen.

"She is a little baby. Tiny. How are you afraid of a 5'3 woman?"

"Yes, but she is like knee height. The worst she can do is bite your ankles."

"I would not be so confident in the quality of Imperial armor, I could easily crush your helmet like a plastic bottle."

"I think it is simply more of the fact they could care less about your well being..."

"Anyways, I did not mean to make you ponder your own mortality, I just simply came to tell you that Alax is relatively harmless."

"It tends to come with the job description does it not?"

Well. That's certainly one way to try and get her attention. It's a little while before Halcorr comes out of the mess hall, a lunch box tucked under her arm, when she nearly bumps into Amelia.

She offers a hand to steady her, and then pauses a hairsbreadth away from Amelia's shoulder. After last night, their boundaries were tentative, fragile. "Hi. You know there are better places to stand other than the doorway, right?"

Halcorr paused, and then rubbed the back of her neck, gaze averting elsewhere. "Eh. I don't think I'm really one you should be apologizing to, but thank you nonetheless. I'm sort of used to getting a few odd jabs here and there, so really. It's fine."

"Oh. Well. Thank you." Amelia was certainly hard to read sometimes, but her genuineness still seemed to catch Halcorr off guard. Her cheeks reddened and she waved the sentiment away. "If you need help tracking anyone down, feel free to ask. There were. Quite a few people."

"Oh. Right. How is she by the way? I know.. the celebration itself meant a lot to her." Halcorr hadn't been by in a while, and would likely take a lot longer considering their less than favorable start. Ven seemed to tolerate Amelia at the least.

"Mm. I hope it isn't Alax." Her voice was contemplative, quiet before giving Amelia her full attention again. "Give her time, she'll cool down. And with any luck, maybe she'll consider running the Life Day celebrations again next year."

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If a pretty girl sat on my face it would fix my mental health.

a Star Wars roleplaying account set during the Galactic Civil War. a bounty hunter with connections to the Black Sun.

"You know you can't flatter your way out of trouble every time, right?"

It's her birthday

Performs the ceremonial ritual of smashing Amelia's head into the cake.