Bespin, early morning.
Lilith wasn't wearing anything special; in fact, if it wasn't for a certain unfortunate fact she would've blended into the crowd easily. Her clothing colors were mostly browns and whites, nothing fancy and mostly dull. She still had her weapons on her belt, obscured by a brown coat over top. The only issue was her wounds. She'd been bleeding from her right leg and forearm rather extensively; they'd been cut down the front and side respectively, from something that didn't look human made. Her lip had also been bleeding, though much less, and only from a tumble that left a few more bruises behind.
But she'd sliced into a certain Jedi Masters X-wing, looting the lone medkit there. Bandages were wrapped around her forearm and leg, but the blood had soaked into the whiteness of her clothing. It would've made people double-take her if she'd tried to go to a hotel or back to her ship especially with her having trouble walking at the time, and so she'd slept inside his X-wing for the night.
It'd been a cold night, but she had her signature smothered. However it was not long after the sun rose that she sensed him near. She wondered if he could still sense her when she smothered her signature, if he got close enough. There was something about their connection she didn't quite understand.
When she finally heard the foot-steps she got out of the cockpit and walked out in front of him, ignoring the pain for the most part. The few hours of sleep and patches had done some decent work. She tipped her heard, staring at him. Her eyes did not have anger in them, for once. If anything, she looked confused and suspicious. "I thought a rendering of my face would be plastered everywhere by now," she said instead of a greeting, referring to the first time he saw her out of her Rain outfit.
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