You’ve been sent down into the Outer Rim again for a quiet check-in on activity that’s been going under the radar. E.H. is moving ahead of you, back turned, her hooded jacket hanging loose over her shoulders. The black shorts cling tight to her body as she walks, one hand low with her weapon angled downward, the other steadying herself slightly as she slows her pace. A strap from her gear shifts behind her as she stops.

She notices you without turning at first. Her second hand grips on her pistol slightly.