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Tahiri Veila (brokenjeedai) wrote in wariscoming,

It might have been the way she was dressed, all in black but almost flowing, blonde hair in stark contrast. And no shoes. She'd kicked them off in the cold cell wanting to feel the cold ground beneath her. And hating shoes generally. She turned at the voice, immediatly tensing. Of course Tahiri had taken the time to note the woman's casual stance she probably wasn't in danger. But she wasn't sure.

"I'm-" she started, stopping again almost instantly. More confused than anything else. She should not be here.

"I'm not hurt. But I shouldn't be here. I should be on Courscant. I should be there. Thats where I have to be for the trial. Or on Sheddu Maad but the Hapans. Things with the Hapans are still strained aren't they"

She was talking too much. Must be shock.

"Look can you just point me to whoever's in charge. Or the spaceport, or at least a holonet port. Something?"