[ Poe dutifully comes to a stop when she makes a signal, makes a speech, and then dashes off again. He looks over at their client and offers a smirk as he saddles the blaster rifle securing under his arm. ]
I think she likes me.
[ He smirks as he starts moving forward as instructed, keeping low as he moves. He must have had some sort of infantry training at some point, because he moves with the precision and decisiveness of a Pathfinder.
He can hear the commotion getting louder up ahead - sees a smudge of dark grey smoke rising from an edge of the town and points toward it without a word. Someone's getting hit hard in this particular search. ]
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I think she likes me.
[ He smirks as he starts moving forward as instructed, keeping low as he moves. He must have had some sort of infantry training at some point, because he moves with the precision and decisiveness of a Pathfinder.
He can hear the commotion getting louder up ahead - sees a smudge of dark grey smoke rising from an edge of the town and points toward it without a word. Someone's getting hit hard in this particular search. ]