Lola's resolve crumbled. Her thirst for revenge died away as she stared into Mon Mothma's eyes. Here was a willing replacement for a mother figure if ever there was one.
She collected Boba's helmet from her cell and followed the red-headed woman down a long corridor.
"You're lucky we have a spare room," Mon Mothma told her, motioning for her to enter the room by which they had stopped. "Make yourself at home. I'm sorry I don't have any more time for you now, but we have an Empire to fight."
Lola nodded as the red-headed woman left.
Now what? Was she just going to sit here in this room? She chucked the helmet onto the bed. It was a small room, but she had it to herself, which was a plus. She paced up and down for a few minutes, then gave into her frustration and left the room.
She couldn't just sit there. She had to know what was going on.