Lucy tapped her fingers against her arm for a moment. Realizing she was fidgeting, she dropped her arms to her side, only to begin tapping her lightsaber. It wasn’t a veiled threat or a show of anxiety to use it – she just didn’t know what to do with her hands.

“You’re a Mandalorian?” she blurted, her head tilting forward slightly to get a better look at the armored person beside her. In her defense, she’d never met one of the dying breed before.

Still, it was a silly question. Of course they were Mandalorian, seeing their unique helmet and armor. The group of Mandalorians had been hired to escort the Jedi. So, there they sat, on a small freighter ambling towards their destination.