[ Annnnd they're jumping. Hopefully Poe's luck holds, because even a Scythian might find it hard to survive hitting the ground from this height — and given the risk, Andy seems unreasonably unconcerned, like she's half-bored of falling through the air — that cigarette still pressed between her lips, her arms full with food and Poe's blaster.
She hits one of the covered market stalls with a whump, bouncing once or twice before she loses enough momentum to roll off and onto her feet. Glancing around to make sure Poe made it in one piece, she juggles things around in her arm to free one hand so she can call Rex up on her comm. ]
Before you ask, everything's fine and nobody's hurt. [ At least Andy is great at sounding calm in chaos. Her pulse is barely quickened. ] But you might want to start heading back towards the ship.
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She hits one of the covered market stalls with a whump, bouncing once or twice before she loses enough momentum to roll off and onto her feet. Glancing around to make sure Poe made it in one piece, she juggles things around in her arm to free one hand so she can call Rex up on her comm. ]
Before you ask, everything's fine and nobody's hurt. [ At least Andy is great at sounding calm in chaos. Her pulse is barely quickened. ] But you might want to start heading back towards the ship.