[The man doesn’t exactly appear. There’s no transition from invisible to visible, no stepping out from a hiding place. One moment, Fett notices no one else in the alley with him—and then he does. Fett’s eyes narrow as he regards the stranger standing unobstructed right in front of him. It’s impossible he could’ve simply overlooked him. Some kind of mindtrick, perhaps?]
You’re following me. [Without the cover of his helmet, the wariness in his glare is plain to see.] What do you want?
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You’re following me. [Without the cover of his helmet, the wariness in his glare is plain to see.] What do you want?