3 - Need Somebody
Dinner had just finished when she next saw him alone.
She sits enmeshed with the world of durasteel that they called the shipping office, her fingers twined around the railing that cordoned off the upper floor. Her tall form is precariously balanced on the thin edge. She hums thoughtfully to herself, her right leg occasionally kicking out to toe the two stories' worth of empty air that would cripple her if it were to swallow her up.
Havyn knows without looking that he is there, and he is feeling better. His aura is hopeful, amicable. He has purpose now. Dedication. A little fury, too…but that's okay because it just means that they match now.
Go, team.
"Corso! Feel like having a seat?" she calls over her shoulder to him. Her hand reaches over and pats the railing next to her.
"Sure, Captain. I could do with a rest." He approaches the rail uncertainly and with much fanfare and effort, he carefully hauls himself over the edge one leg at a time. His hand twines around the rail right next to hers. She finds her fingers giving ground, shying away from the unfamiliar warmth. "So, you find yourself a place to stay in town yet?" he asks conversationally. "We're gonna have to close up the warehouse in a couple'a hours."
She tilts her head to the side, peering at him from the small curtain of visibility that her sideswept bangs afford her. "You want me outta here?" Havyn replies. She raises a neat eyebrow in curiosity.
"No, ma'am. Just wanted to make sure you've got a place to go. If not, well, I've been staying over in the workers' barracks here and I can find you an empty bunk, if you'd like."
"I'll be fine. Appreciate the concern, though."
Truth be told, the hotels in the area were already full to bursting with refugees fleeing the Separatist advances. As for the barracks; she worked with Viidu and Corso now, but she wasn't going to insist that they go out of their way to house her. Havyn had met too many people - both the users and the used - to feel comfortable asking favors from anyone. It felt too much like imposing.
She was planning to hike down to the spaceport, find the comfiest bench they had, and just hunker down there for a few hours. Maybe she'd sleep, maybe she wouldn't. It all depended on the level of noise and how tight their security was. It might sound pitiful to others, she'd admit, but it was mere necessity to her.
Still, he didn't need to know that she was only hanging around the freight office to stay warm and dry for a little bit longer. He'd just try to help, and her current situation notwithstanding, more help was the last thing she needed.
No, sir. Havyn Xylone is many things, but she is not a damsel in distress.
A/N: Whoo! Hope you all had an awesome Thanksgiving! Seeing as I've finally rolled over and begun to recuperate from the effects of overeating and multiple food-comas - "Bring me Solo and the Wookie, bwahahahaha..." - I figured I'd post another chapter. It kinda fits, considering the opening line. :P Thanks to writtenrhythm for beta reading this!