[ Boba follows the woman, noting her avoidance of the cameras' sight lines and following suit. The area doesn't seem to have seen much combat yet. Perhaps that's a testament to the stealth of his rescuers, but it also means there are no weapons for him to scavenge. The ill-fitting prison uniform that covers him suddenly feels more insubstantial than ever. Where is his armor now? Had it been left behind?
He feels a hollow pang of loss at the thought, one that is just as quickly pushed from his mind. Focus.
He opens his mouth to answer her question. ] Jas— [ He cuts himself off with a short, sharp shake of his head. Fool. ] Boba. My name is Boba.
[ He'd drilled the alias Jaster Mereel into his head until it had become part of him. Some good it had done him in the end. ]
no problem, it happens!
He feels a hollow pang of loss at the thought, one that is just as quickly pushed from his mind. Focus.
He opens his mouth to answer her question. ] Jas— [ He cuts himself off with a short, sharp shake of his head. Fool. ] Boba. My name is Boba.
[ He'd drilled the alias Jaster Mereel into his head until it had become part of him. Some good it had done him in the end. ]