Felt like she had ship-legs.Flying was such an odd feeling.Almost like swimming in the water but...still different.The solid ground off the ship seemed to buck and bend, though she knew it was solid.Even if it was a floating city.The feeling of movement in her limbs just wouldn't equalize.The teen was so busy getting used to walking outside of a ship that she didn't notice her surroundings at first.
So many people.
A war-torn world had its pockets and resistance fighters but never so many and so many doing ordinary things.
She felt her adrenaline rise as an old instinct.Iced-azure gaze couldn't stop bouncing around...everyone.She flinched as a large alien reached in his pocket.What did she expect?
Not a comms unit.She expected a blaster or another weapon.In fact, she couldn't stop the feeling that some explosion would rip into their path soon enough.That these beautiful buildings would soon crumble.These normal and boisterous people would soon let loose screams.
Because what she was hearing now wasn't normal.None of this was.She needed a weapon.Why hadn't her Uncle given her a weapon before she left?
"I...," eyes turned to Judah.Junk food?"Don't know what that is."
Rations and finding her own food was all she was used to. Didn't have rations or find food meant you didn't eat that meal.There was a loud bang off to their left as a cargo ship began unloading its goods.Noel did what was natural, not understanding what the noise was.What she would've done on Gala.
She ran, ripping and sliding through the crowds of people.She had to find safety.Hide.Get away from the explosion that would surely follow.If she was caught in that crowd of people, she'd be as good as dead with the panic'd stampede.