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[favoredfire]

It's earliest of hours on Hoth -- that's why the young woman who just entered the bar is still in her Alliance-issued pajamas. Her gaze is fixed to a datapad she juggles in one hand, along with a cup of caf, as she closes the door behind her

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[prob_japanese]

If it helps at all, there's an interestingly-constructed droid of roughly human size at one of the tables nearby? Bumblebee looks up at the sound of the closing door and comes to his feet. "I could be wrong," he says, his voice a little rusty and crackly, "but you look new here."

[favoredfire]

Leia turns toward the voice. She hasn't seen a droid like this before, but really, droids aren't her strong suit.

She flashes a quick smile and walks toward him, still looking around at the rest of her surroundings. "I guess so," she sighs. "I'm Leia."

[prob_japanese]

"I'm Bumblebee," says the droid (well, to Leia's POV, anyway; in his own mind, the word is 'mech'). "It's a pleasure to meet you, Leia. Welcome to Milliways. Please, sit down. You look as if you could use it."

He's seen soldiers with that look of overworked confusion on their faces before. Most of the time they solve it with beer, but that's them.

[favoredfire]

Yeah. She could.

"Thank you, Bumblebee. I appreciate it." Leia takes a seat next to him. "Milliways? Is this..." she trails off. She wants to find out if the Alliance has made a grave mistake by setting up on a populated planet. But that's a little risky. "... your home?"

[crackinglens]

Sorry, there are no words. There's a nerdy looking man in his twenties staring at her. Gaping, more like. His thoughts area nerdy blank.

[favoredfire]

Leia looks over at the man. He's definitely a stranger. She manages a small, polite smile -- nothing too weird or out of place to give herself away.

[crackinglens]

Oh. Ooooops.

"Uh. P-" Damn, no giving things away, Davenport! "Pardon me," he croaks after a second. "You, uh, look a little lost, miss. Ma'am. Can I help you with something?"

[OOC: Don't worry; Dave got a warning about canonpuncturing people a while back. He may be fanboyish and incoherent, but he won't break her.]

[favoredfire]

Ohhhhh, kriff. KRIFF. He definitely recognizes her. Play it cool, Leia, play it cool!

"I'm just getting orientated," she puts on her cheesiest 'I'm-totally-not-worried-about-you-being-an-Imperial' grin. "But this caf is a little stale. Any idea where I could get some more?"

[ooc: no worries! =) ]

[mgnfcntsteiner]

The closed door behind Leia bursts open to admit a stumbling man with a gigantic messenger back clutched in his arms.

He had been trying to stuff it into a train compartment, but then the bar showed up. Typical.

Fortunately, he just manages to stop himself short of running into Leia. Hear his whooshing sigh of relief!

[favoredfire]

Leia is short. She is used to almost being ran into D:

There's a bit of annoyance on her face as she turns around. But she just shakes her head. No harm done.

"Hello," she ventures.

[mgnfcntsteiner]

And Grimmer is very tall, so he is used to almost running into people. But not today!

"Hello!" he says brightly, beaming down at her. "Here I am again!"

[favoredfire]

That almost comes close to making Leia laugh. If this is a trap, all these actors deserve an award.

"That you are," she smiles.

[aimedforthemoon]

[ooc: *SQUEAKS!* LEIA! We have to talk a little, though, as Esfir (this character here) has moved into SW!verse thanks to Han Solo. How are you contactable?

(also? LEIA!)]

[favoredfire]

[ooc: EEEEEE! Fantastic :D My AIM is master trashy 88, if that works for you? I'll be signing on in abouuuut 15 minutes. ]

[aimedforthemoon]

[ooc: *glances at time* In an hour or so, I need to brb briefly to move rooms, but that works lovely! I'm lamorgne.

:D!]

[aimedforthemoon]

There is another young woman in the Bar. Another Alliance-aligned young woman, even, although that can't be seen at the moment. At the moment, Esfir is dressed in slacks, a singlet and an unbuttoned shirt (stolen from Ben? Hard to say). She's a tiny thing, maybe 4'11 on a very good day, and pixie cute with her short dark hair.

She's also staring at Leia.

Give her a moment, and her neutral Soviet mask will come back.

Aaaaany moment.

[favoredfire]

Leia is stirring her drink when she senses another person who recognizes her. She stares back; she has a feeling that this isn't just someone who's seen her in passing.

But she can't place her face.

So, she sums up her diplomatic confidence and waves a tiny bit.

[aimedforthemoon]

See, on one hand, being dumped for a princess rubbed raw at most of Esfir's principles. On the other...well, Han was Han, and Esfir is perfectly happy with someone who treats her as a pilot second, and despite Leia being a princess, the other woman did genuinely try not to let it get in the way.

Also, she was short and bitchy, and Esfir could respect someone in the same boat.

So, the not-quite-alive-but-not-exactly-dead-either pilot pulls herself to her feet and makes her way over, walking like, well, a pilot. Leia gets a brief salute (military perfect).

"Highness."

[favoredfire]

Leia hates that title. Haaaaaates it, especially since ~that man~ started using it as her first name almost three years ago.

She immediately stands up after being saluted. It makes her uncomfortable.

"Please," she smiles, "It's just Leia. Would you like a seat?"