"Long time no see, Aphra."
A woman who had been lying beside the road wiped her mouth and stood up. She wore a Rebel Alliance pilot's uniform, with a long green scarf around her neck.
She was a light-skinned Black woman with a fluffy, softly curled hairstyle. Her face and figure were both model-caliber, a cut above Aphra's, at least.
"Hey, Sana. It hasn't actually been that long, has it? About three months?"
Aphra's smile looked strained and a little guilty. She grew visibly uncomfortable, rubbing the back of her neck over and over.
"Oh, right. I get it. You two talk."
Luke seemed to catch on. With an odd look of realization, he turned away to check on Han Solo and Leia. One was a mechanic who could repair starships, after all, and the other was a leader of the Rebel Alliance.
"What were you going to tell me the last time we parted?" Sana took the canteen from her belt, rinsed her mouth, and looked at Aphra with her wide eyes.
"Uh, nothing." Despite her words, the Female Doctor glanced down to either side, signaling that there were too many people here to talk.
"Oh. Looks like you've got a new job?" Sana spat out the water and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. She looked toward the silent man in black-and-yellow armor. She remembered that he was the one who had stood on the ground and stopped the sliding starship.
Aphra nodded and looked up at the sky. "Yeah. Digging up a few things for a new boss. Nothing special."
"Oh." Sana nodded, then walked up to Aphra and gazed into her eyes.
"Mm." Aphra took her hand but said nothing. She just lowered her head and played with Sana's fingers.
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