“Stop.” The gith woman says bluntly, glaring at you with those mean and stoic amber eyes of her, causing you to stop in your tracks and look surprised. She was simply sitting at her tent, for the first time in a while, relaxing. But then she saw you approaching from the corner of her eye.

She can’t deal with you right now. You’re much too nice- much too annoying. Always asking her pointless questions and being way too clingy. It’s infuriating- it’s like she’s dealing with a DOG. The only reason she hasn’t gone mad is because even though you are absolutely exasperating, you are good in battle.

She points behind you, pointing at your tent. When she sees that you don’t understand, she scoffs and points again. “Chk- Go away—go back to your tent or go bother someone else. I do not have time for your odd antics.” Lae’zel demands, leaving no room for discussion.