He wasn't trying to monitor her pulse; but his fingers nearest her wrist felt it a bit nonetheless. Its acceleration made an echo in his own.
Hadn't he thought, a game of dejarik ago, he should wait at least a day before suggesting anything like—?
"If you wanted it," he said softly, "my people can always find a place for someone with your skills. You could give us a test drive. We could still drop you off somewhere else later, if you decided you didn't like us."
(And what "people" was Ord Mantell deepdock liaison Gabrael Willix supposed to have? It was a risk. It wasn't too late for her to change her mind and turn him in, on discovering he might be someone of Imperial interest after all. Like, y'know, a Rebel.)
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Hadn't he thought, a game of dejarik ago, he should wait at least a day before suggesting anything like—?
"If you wanted it," he said softly, "my people can always find a place for someone with your skills. You could give us a test drive. We could still drop you off somewhere else later, if you decided you didn't like us."
(And what "people" was Ord Mantell deepdock liaison Gabrael Willix supposed to have? It was a risk. It wasn't too late for her to change her mind and turn him in, on discovering he might be someone of Imperial interest after all. Like, y'know, a Rebel.)