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[willkickass]

This wasn't the room Mara Jade was trying to walk into. She was trying to walk into a room where she was going to pretend to take a nap while actually being a spy

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[empath_wiggin]

There's a blonde woman sitting at a table, slightly pregnant, but wearing Senate regalia, and working on a datapad. At least she looks familiar?

[willkickass]

She does, vaguely. Mara has been in so many places, and in so many different times. The last time she truly saw this woman, she was...fifteen? Or was it younger, after her first kill?

Either way, Mara takes a step forward, towards the woman, taking in the regalia and the slightly swollen stomach.

Huh.

[empath_wiggin]

Valentine looks up, and blinks, taking in the ball gown and the other woman's demenour. Interesting. Mentally cursing everything she can think of for throwing Mara at her from so many places. "Good afternoon, dear. Can I help you?"

[willkickass]

Mara slides a hand down the side of her dress (which was designed to make her look more slender and more alluring but now she just feels more childish). "Where is this?"

She's tired of places like this, to be frank.