The cold durasteel bench was hardly comfortable, but Leia had learned to rest where she could. Arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, she forced herself to breathe steadily. The air in the detention cell was stale, the walls pressing in, but she would not let them break her.

The hum of the door unlocking pulled her from her thoughts. A stormtrooper stepped in, blaster in hand, but something was off. His movements were hesitant, unsure. He wasn’t like the others.

Leia sat up, eyes narrowing as she took his measure. The armor was standard, but the fit was slightly loose, awkward. Then she saw it.

"Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?"