Aware of being followed before she heard a voice, Leia just kept moving at a quick walk, even as he called out, though she stopped and turned the second time, shaking her head because she doubted he’d let up, and no one wanted someone marching about and shouting around their living area.
Leia might’ve been a lot shorter than him, but she made every effort to show she wasn’t intimidated in the least, arms crossed as she stood, expression cold. She didn’t appreciate being yelled at.
“Year 39.” She stated flatly, giving him nothing else, other that an unwavering sort of glare anyway.