Nov 17, 2020
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"How unfortunate for you," he remarked rather like he would on the never-changing weather.
"I beg your pardon," her voice rose slightly, an actual accent slipping through in her mild annoyance. She was clearly not used to someone brushing her off. "Are you aware of who I am?" He finally looked up from his datapad and gave her a very indifferent look. Myles' shoulders were shaking ever so faintly with what he imagined was mirth. Obi-Wan placed an elbow on the counter, horrible manners on purpose, and rested his chin in the palm of his hand.
Hondo would have been so proud.
