hands drop to her sides, slowly dropping to the ground with a small sigh.
“ you're a mandalorian, i assume? ” asking nonchalantly based on the beskar and armor.
a 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐟𝐟 cough , announcing his presence —— his beskar blade rested comfortably in its holster on his back .
gloved palms showcased , his hands raised at his sides , to show that he’s not a threat .
a short sigh— she should have known he wouldn't keep his promise not to bother her. “ using the force, of course. ”
slowly floating back down to the ground, tilting her head.
“ i could do it to you, if you'd like. ”