[ Boba indeed follows closely behind her, following her line of sight and pausing when she pauses. If anything, he seems accustomed to shadowing like this, to taking cues and learning from observation. It's clear Layla is primed for resistance around every corner—which means he is, too. Still, this must be a coordinated assault by her faction, to have scattered the enemy's attention to this extent.
As they slip into the corridor and begin to make their way along its length, a sound catches Boba's attention from around the next corner. It had been quick and quiet—the scuffing of boots against concrete, perhaps. It could be someone from Layla's faction—or it could be a hostile getting into position ahead of them.
Boba gives his guide a rough tap on her arm, then motions for her to stop. He signals to the corner with a nod of his head. She'd heard it, too, right? ]
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As they slip into the corridor and begin to make their way along its length, a sound catches Boba's attention from around the next corner. It had been quick and quiet—the scuffing of boots against concrete, perhaps. It could be someone from Layla's faction—or it could be a hostile getting into position ahead of them.
Boba gives his guide a rough tap on her arm, then motions for her to stop. He signals to the corner with a nod of his head. She'd heard it, too, right? ]