"I was fighting before I even knew why I was fighting." Being a five year old on a battlefield had made her a better fighter than any other bounty hunter in the galaxy, and she knew it. She just didn't like to talk about it.
Mira took off her other boot, then shimmied out of her leather pants. "What if I don't know what I want yet?" Mira crossed the room to sit in Bobby's lap again, facing him. She figured she'd let things take their own course and just see where they ended up. She didn't much care either way.