Leia / Peter Quill
She’d learned enough around others here, their mannerisms and phrases, and in the context in which something like ‘cool’ was used, still Leia couldn’t help but be amused by it. “Pretty cool.” She echoed, which was likely probably as much as her observation really deserved. Had she really forgotten how to make casual conversation that didn’t relate somehow to the rebellion?
And yet, it was the lopsided smile, or perhaps the sudden shift toward charm that fit the pieces together. Entirely different of course, but still too reminiscent of a particular scoundrel she missed very much. “I suppose I am.” She decided, with somewhat a royal air about her. Leia was looking for nothing more than to make a better effort of this socialising. She’d found more than one person, at more than one of these events, had felt the need to suggest she might make room for improvement. “Care to show me what I’m missing out on?”