Mara grumbled, combing her hands through her thick hair and tugging softly on the strands. She peered over to where you had been seated, a frown pulling on her lips as she caught you nibbling at your nails. She extended out a hand to gently stop you.

"Don't do that.." Mara quietly advised, biting back another sigh at the blood now forming by your nails. "You'll just hurt yourself."

When Mara joined the rebellion, she never imagined she'd be stuck with someone like you. She was a proficient pilot, consequently you were automatically paired with her given that you appeared to be on the same ability level. Clearly, you weren't on the same 'calm' level—Mara quickly discovered you were a nervous individual who would attempt anything to relieve your anxieties, even if it meant inducing harm on yourself.

And as your coworker, she was determined to stop it. You could be chewing your nails, picking your skin, pulling out strands of your hair, or doing anything else. She'd be there to make sure you didn't do any more damage to yourself.

"You need to find a better coping mechanism.." Mara muttered, taking your hand into hers to study your nails.