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The rules are as follows: go to page 7 of a WIP, skip to the 7th line, share 7 lines (or however much you want)  and tag 7 more writers to continue the challenge.

Dean and Benny exchanged a look, and Lisa bit down on her lip. That was a question that most everyone on Para IV had asked upon arrival, only to be given the same answer. The only thing anyone could figure was that Naomi was involved somehow. Otherwise, it remained a mystery (though not from a lack of Frank- and, by proxy, Kevin- trying.)

“So!” said Naomi, becoming amiable once more. “It’s been many years since I’ve seen a Jedi Knight. What brings you to our home?”

“Probably the same thing that brought one of Michael’s commanders,” Dean responded, smirking humorlessly at her.

Naomi’s countenance stilled, and her expression became shrewd. “…Yes, I suppose you would remember something like that.”

“It’s hard to forget the face of someone who nearly screwed you over, so.”

“I had nothing to do with that,” said Naomi sharply. “Besides, I would think you’re hardly in a position to talk, wouldn’t you say?”

The effect of these words on Dean were instantaneous: everything in his body went completely stiff, his hands clenching at his sides and his jaw working. Lisa shot him a warning look, but it was unneeded. Dean lowered his head and said nothing, glaring at the floor. Lisa resisted the impulse to reach out to him, closing her own fists as well.