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[eiattu_pride]

This time, it's Rial's turn to call Plourr. And he's smiling quietly as he does so, because this means that she'll be back.

Soon.

"Plourr?"

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[fighting_mad]

Of course Plourr's comm unit starts beeping loudly right when she's got her head underneath her X-wing's console.

And so it is a disheveled, swearing princess who slaps the unit on, sitting up in the pilot's couch. "No good kriffing son of a Sith fucking harlot--" And here she lapses into guttural Huttese, cussing out the console. It's only a second or two, though, because she snaps back to Basic and says, "Hi," rubbing the back of her head.

[eiattu_pride]

"Uh."

"Is this a bad time? Because I can call back later."

[fighting_mad]

"No," she says, looking at her hand a moment to be sure there's no sign of blood, "no, it's good. It'd just be better if the console was set a little higher, or if I'd been leaning under it a little lower."

[eiattu_pride]

"Ah, yeah."

Grins a little.

"So. I've got news."