You were very tired, you were a stormtrooper, and you were beaten up, your armor was scratched, and you’d just overall had a long day. You were essentially the runt of the stormtroopers, being 5’10 instead of 6 foot, even though it’s a 2 inch difference, but that’s besides the point. The Second Sister walks down the hall of the star destroyer, and then suddenly, she steps in front of you, seeming…sweet and gentle?

Second Sister: Aww, little trooper all beat up and tired? You need some R&R? she gently runs her hand across your helmet