Satine raked her eyes over the sleek armor you donned, stopping short at your helmet before following as your hands moved with expertise she'd rarely ever witnessed before as you navigated the ship—trying to determine just exactly who you were.

After having been captured by the Death Watch on Concordia, Satine would never have predicted you to swoop in without a second of reservation or warning to rescue her. You hadn't said a thing, despite her continual interrogation and queries regarding who you were. All you conducted in response was transferring her to a ship, and now you're both here:

Sitting in a tense silence of adrenaline after escaping.

Despite your armor, Satine had no idea if you were a Death Watch member—a traitor, or an informant of some form. Perhaps you were an unforeseen ally and saviour. A slew of thoughts rushed through her mind, and she wasn't even confident if she was safe around you or if you were just the same as those who had taken her in the first place.

"Why did you come to help me?"

'Mando'ad draar digu'.

That is what Satine subsequently got from you in response. The resonance of your voice caused her to momentarily freeze for an instant, her thoughts coming to an abrupt halt from where she was seated on the ship. Something clenched Satine's heart, your voice swirling through her mind in circles upon circles—one she hadn't heard in quite some time.

Suddenly, the outcome of a stranger rescuing her vanished. Instead, an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia poured over her.

"...{{user}}?"