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Leia Organa Solo (yourhighnessnes) wrote in snapthread,

Relieved to be out of the shop, and away from the pressure of the sales attendant who she had no doubt was only going to press the matter, unless they left, Leia was entirely aware of where he was going, relatively quickly at that - and, whilst she realised that, whether she worked up toward how she wanted to talk about it, or Galen approached her about it, either way it was something that would have to be addressed. She'd just decided it would be in her way, why shouldn’t it be after what’d happened to her? And without a way to ensure his safety? Well. She wasn’t entirely sure how to discuss it until that was more certain. Yet, here and now he was starting, in the middle of a crowded centre, with hundreds, possibly thousands around them she was entirely conscious of.

“I’m just not interested in some -tacky, impractical underwear, alright?” Leia dismissed very quickly and assuredly, as if she had every right to not want to be cornered by a shop assistant into buying something she didn’t want. Well, the luxuriousness of the store, how nice the item had been and the prices indicated it was anything but tacky. Nice or not, impractical was a matter of fact at this point in time. She had no use for it and she didn’t want to think about it either, right now.

“It’s- not.” She assured firmly, through a highly tense demeanor, her gaze shifting as she moved to ensure she wasn’t blocking the traffic, even though they’d moved aside after stepping out of the store, still very conscious of those around her, the bustle and the background noise. She wanted to avoid it as a whole, though his sincerity was hard to push away, even if it was just about the worst possible time to start questioning her. “Why- don’t we just keep looking. Somewhere else? We were having a perfectly nice time.” All of, five minutes ago.