46 – Hair
"Jedi Solo."
Jag greeted her politely. Since he had become Head of State of the Imperial Remnant Jaina hadn't met him. It was too strange, seeing him in an Imperial uniform after all the time he had worn his plain headhunter armor.
(She also didn't know how to talk to him.)
"Head of State Fel. How have you been?"
She thought she saw a gut-wrenchingly familiar half-smile flash over his face but it was gone before she could confirm it.
"I'm trying not to be buried alive under paperwork."
Jaina smiled nervously and fiddled with a strand of her hair.