[Not in a mood to cause a brawl in the middle of the aisle, Sal gives him a frown of confusion but allows Fett to walk past unhindered. It's not her business, neither personally nor professionally, she reminds herself. It's weird, but there's no imperative to press on. Even so.]
Come on, that's it?
[Hands in her pockets, not quite pouting but near to it, Sal takes a slow walk in the general direction he's heading. Some of the locals tilt their heads to judge, well, either a suspicious man in armor or an off-put woman with a scar on her face trailing along after him. Curious onlookers, but not reckless enough to try and interject themselves into this strange imPort behavior.]
Yeah, well, I knew you weren't going to fucking read anything.
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Come on, that's it?
[Hands in her pockets, not quite pouting but near to it, Sal takes a slow walk in the general direction he's heading. Some of the locals tilt their heads to judge, well, either a suspicious man in armor or an off-put woman with a scar on her face trailing along after him. Curious onlookers, but not reckless enough to try and interject themselves into this strange imPort behavior.]
Yeah, well, I knew you weren't going to fucking read anything.