(no subject)
Iella Wessiri's steps stutter halfway through the door into the squad breakroom.
A short, slender woman -- dressed in the green and black and gray uniform of Corellian Security with her service blaster at her side and stuncuffs on her belt -- she stands frozen for a long moment before looking over her shoulder, into the cantina.
Over her shoulder, into the cantina.
Her eyes sweep from side-to-side, and then -- with one last look back at the door leading to the station corridor -- she takes her first few wary, very suspicious steps into Milliways.
[OOC: As explained here, Iella has no memory of being here before. If you have any questions, ping me on bohemian inuit!]
A short, slender woman -- dressed in the green and black and gray uniform of Corellian Security with her service blaster at her side and stuncuffs on her belt -- she stands frozen for a long moment before looking over her shoulder, into the cantina.
Over her shoulder, into the cantina.
Her eyes sweep from side-to-side, and then -- with one last look back at the door leading to the station corridor -- she takes her first few wary, very suspicious steps into Milliways.
[OOC: As explained here, Iella has no memory of being here before. If you have any questions, ping me on bohemian inuit!]