[ She's expecting - well, the usual Imperial claptrap. If she can't charm her way out of a situation, Hera is very skilled at simply fighting her way out of one, but she had been hoping not to have to do that, here. Not yet, at any rate.
But the droid is... wait, is that sarcasm?
In an instant, the act drops, her shoulders straighten, and she takes a closer look at the hunk of metal in front of her. If it's Imperial, it's doing a darn good job of not acting like it. ]
I'd blame whoever built so many blind corners onto this thing.
[ The accent's gone, too. She's still a little wary - old habits die hard - but this wouldn't be the first repurposed Imperial droid she's heard of. ]
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But the droid is... wait, is that sarcasm?
In an instant, the act drops, her shoulders straighten, and she takes a closer look at the hunk of metal in front of her. If it's Imperial, it's doing a darn good job of not acting like it. ]
I'd blame whoever built so many blind corners onto this thing.
[ The accent's gone, too. She's still a little wary - old habits die hard - but this wouldn't be the first repurposed Imperial droid she's heard of. ]