[ The other Jedi trails his hand to his own lightsaber and Quinlan's eyes follow, noting it with a nod and allowing whatever tension he had unwittingly pent up in his shoulder to drain away. He moves, arms crossing over the leather breastplate strapped over his robes as he draws closer with a conversational air. ]
Fugitives? [ A mirthless smile. ] We've got plenty of those on board. [ He inclines his head a degree in a semblance of a bow - his Jedi graces have grown rusty over the years spent undercover. ] Quinlan Vos. Welcome on board the Tranquility.
AW I'm just pleased when people know who he is tbh :')
Fugitives? [ A mirthless smile. ] We've got plenty of those on board. [ He inclines his head a degree in a semblance of a bow - his Jedi graces have grown rusty over the years spent undercover. ] Quinlan Vos. Welcome on board the Tranquility.