The front door bangs open and an admittedly slight man in full, obnoxious-orange flight gear stumbles through, all-over soot and grime. His flight goggles, pushed up onto his forehead, are nearly opaque with soot, and his still-gloved hands bear scorch marks. He's coughing fit to burst, having inhaled a good dose of the fumes from burning
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The flightsuit is impossible to miss.
She freezes for barely a split second.
A quick flurry of movement, a flash of blonde hair, and Iella is at Wedge's side, a full glass of water in hand and her other hand raising his chin, searching him for signs of serious injury. Her face is pale and close to his.
She doesn't trust her voice.
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Of course, if he could see properly through tearing eyes and had a better fix on his location, his response would be somewhat different.
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