Geneviève Lasedri
Fascists hate her!
Gen narrowed her eyes and huffed. Circe was correct that the Rebel leader had been the one to initiate physical conflict, though Geneviève felt quite justified in it, all the same. One does not usually blackmail another person out of benevolence--especially a person with a galaxy filled with bounty hunters possibly in pursuit. This 'friendship' thing was just weird.
"Whatever," she hissed, rolling her eyes before ordering a glass of mistwater--in the bottle. There was no chance on Sullust that she was going to allow herself to be inebriated in the presence of her enemies, even if they swore they wished for good. "I think we both know I don't want to be 'friends'. So I hope you have something else to tell me that might not make this an entire waste of our time."
[member="Enigma"]
"Whatever," she hissed, rolling her eyes before ordering a glass of mistwater--in the bottle. There was no chance on Sullust that she was going to allow herself to be inebriated in the presence of her enemies, even if they swore they wished for good. "I think we both know I don't want to be 'friends'. So I hope you have something else to tell me that might not make this an entire waste of our time."
[member="Enigma"]