She looks a little bit bemused, but doesn't protest the form of address, and doesn't spend any more time in conversation before stepping back out into the hall.
Several other cell doors stand open, though there's only two people waiting in the hall, huddled nervously together in one of the doorways. One's an older man, somewhere in his mid-seventies at a glance, and the other looks not unlike a teenaged girl, though the delicate jellyfish-like tendrils she has in place of hair call into question whether human assumptions would be appropriate.
"Come on," Layla says, with a gesture that encompasses the two nervous civilians; her repeat of "Stay close" is definitely for them.
She makes her way along the corridor, glancing briefly toward a set of sparking video cameras as though concerned they might've repaired themselves after whatever rebel trick had overloaded them, step careful and manner alert.
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Several other cell doors stand open, though there's only two people waiting in the hall, huddled nervously together in one of the doorways. One's an older man, somewhere in his mid-seventies at a glance, and the other looks not unlike a teenaged girl, though the delicate jellyfish-like tendrils she has in place of hair call into question whether human assumptions would be appropriate.
"Come on," Layla says, with a gesture that encompasses the two nervous civilians; her repeat of "Stay close" is definitely for them.
She makes her way along the corridor, glancing briefly toward a set of sparking video cameras as though concerned they might've repaired themselves after whatever rebel trick had overloaded them, step careful and manner alert.