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[majorinyri]

Inyri wanders into the bar from Ingo, streamers in her hair. She starts pulling the shiny strips of plastic out, as she wanders deeper into the bar, tense and curious

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[iceheart_isard]

At least one patron is watching Ms. Forge right back.

[majorinyri]

Inyri tilts her head to the side.

Huh.

Ysanne Isard.

Shall they have a staring contest?

[iceheart_isard]

Sitting at a table several feet away, neat flimsi file open on the table in front of her, the one-time director of Imperial Intelligence raises a dark eyebrow at the Rebel.

[majorinyri]

Okay. Inyri'll bite.

She stands, cup of tea coming with her. "Madame Director." She says softly as she nears the woman's table.