[ Finn's been doing a lot of people-watching himself. Life in the First Order, naturally, wasn't exactly conducive to big elaborate parties and the million different ways people can get decked out for them. He's come suitably dressed himself, thanks to a-- well, friend would be a strong word. Acquaintance. A friend of the three friends he knows he definitely has. One of the benefits of never really relaxing is that he doesn't look any more uncomfortable in this get-up than he would in any other situation.
Poe told him that the General is in the Quarantine, now, but Finn's still a little taken aback when he finally crosses her path in the ballroom. He doesn't completely know what to make of her yet, he realizes-- there wasn't time for much small talk on D'Qar, hardly time to get a real read on her. Weird without the life-or-death part of the galaxy immediately hanging over their heads.
What he knows is, she's good. And Poe holds her in higher esteem than maybe anyone in the galaxy, which is no small matter at all. No amount of momentary surprise can keep him from approaching for long in any case. ]
Ma'am. [ Nailing it on the greetings today, wow. ] Doing all right?
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Poe told him that the General is in the Quarantine, now, but Finn's still a little taken aback when he finally crosses her path in the ballroom. He doesn't completely know what to make of her yet, he realizes-- there wasn't time for much small talk on D'Qar, hardly time to get a real read on her. Weird without the life-or-death part of the galaxy immediately hanging over their heads.
What he knows is, she's good. And Poe holds her in higher esteem than maybe anyone in the galaxy, which is no small matter at all. No amount of momentary surprise can keep him from approaching for long in any case. ]
Ma'am. [ Nailing it on the greetings today, wow. ] Doing all right?