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[iceheart_isard]

[OOM: Iceheart keeps herself busy.]The woman who steps through the door tonight is tall, dressed in a crisp red uniform with simple rank insignia on the left shoulder. She is middle-aged, and maybe she would be beautiful if it weren't for the sharp cast to her features, framed by a thick lock of white hair on either side of her face, and if it

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[corsec_jedi]

And there is a table of Rogues that just happened to notice.

He felt her come in rather than see it happen. At times, he was sorry to be a Jedi.

Corran's jaw is set like steel, and he puts one hand on Hobbie's shoulder and whispers, "Put it away. Let her make the first move."

[alderaani_intel]

Winter's hand curls around Tycho's tighter, her face set with anger, any smile that had previously been there, wiped away.

She's become as cold as her name suggests.

Her other hand is curled around the blaster at her hip.

[i_love_kettch]

Oh, this is a happy development. Another psycho, another--

Wes has his blaster, this time, and he has a hand on it as Corran speaks; he doesn't draw it, not yet, but he doesn't take his hand away either.

He swears under his breath and glances at the others.

[iceheart_isard]

Isard is no Jedi. Still, it's difficult to miss it when that much hostility is being directed at her. It is unlikely to pass unnoticed when there are this many sets of eyes trained on her. And absolutely impossible when you've had the intelligence training that Ysanne Isard has had.

She turns, and for the barest of seconds, there is a flash of black fury across her face.

Then it's gone, and she settles one hand on her hip and she smiles at the group. Her other arm dangles, seemingly casual; the hold-out blaster is there, under her sleeve, ready to be flicked into her hand at the slightest provocation.

She takes them in at a sharp glance; she's tucking faces away, matching names with files.

"Mr. Horn," she says, with that same too-sharp smile. Her eyes move from person to person as she speaks. "Captain Celchu." Her gaze rests a moment on the woman, and on the other two men, but she doesn't (recognize) speak to them.