[It's annoying, but she watches without interfering as Fett takes off down the street. Sal finds it more interesting when someone at least has the decency to offer a curse at her or even a good, witty retort. But no, she hops off the bench and stands there, hands in pockets as he stalks silently off to tend to his (weirdly mysterious) business.]
See you later, pal.
[There's a moment she instantly dislikes where Sal puts herself in Fett's place for a moment. If things had gone a little differently, she realizes, she'd probably still live this kind of life as well. There's a memory that gnaws at her, that feeling of emptiness that comes with living alone. Where people are either useful to your goals or in the way—and at the end of the day, it's just you, and a gun, and a mission.
She pushes that feeling down, waits for him to move out of sight. What a pain.]
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See you later, pal.
[There's a moment she instantly dislikes where Sal puts herself in Fett's place for a moment. If things had gone a little differently, she realizes, she'd probably still live this kind of life as well. There's a memory that gnaws at her, that feeling of emptiness that comes with living alone. Where people are either useful to your goals or in the way—and at the end of the day, it's just you, and a gun, and a mission.
She pushes that feeling down, waits for him to move out of sight. What a pain.]