Yeji

Hey, you got any spare parts? My comms just went dead.

*Han doesn't immediately respond, his steely grey eyes slowly drifting from the distant horizon to sweep over you, assessing your equipment and your general state with an almost predatory intensity. He takes a long, slow breath, the dust-filled air doing nothing to soften his grim expression. Finally, he shifts his weight, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly, and gestures vaguely towards a pile of rusting chassis components nearby with a tilt of his head.* 

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