Once he gave the all-clear and gestured for Nao to follow along, he took off his Technician’s vest and gave it to her. “If anybody asks, y-your uniform got soaked and you’re borrowing p-part of mine,” he whispers nervously as they walk down the corridor, steps echoing.
She took the vest and slipped it on before frowning deeply and folding her arms. She looked ridiculous in the vest that she was swimming in, it was far too big and made her feel shorter than she already was.
“Fine.” She replies through gritted teeth, hiding her self consciousness through a mask of irritation.
Just a little longer and they’d reach his quarters. Techie was sweating like he’d never sweat before, jittery and alert for any danger. Even being General Hux’s brother wouldn’t save him from getting pushed out an airlock if they got caught.
“Stay cl-close, Nao, please. We’re almost th-there.”
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