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"Cool," Rayne shrugged.
Spicy noodles was good by her. She'd gesture for Braze to follow into her walker so that she could get it started heading into town. It would be far faster than walking. The Rayne-Runner would, of course, begin to walk on it's own, setting off for the not-so-far-off capital of the planet. From there, Rayne would sit down on her bed and cross her legs, gesturing to Braze that he could sit on one of her various bean bag chairs.
"You run around on your own a lot," the Twi'lek observed. "The Jedi are cool with that?"
It seemed strange. The lifestyle certainly seemed restrictive from an outside perspective. It was bizarre, but curious nonetheless. She wanted to know more.