Finding nothing to make off with, Teeva looks up as the group's ride finally arrives. The yacht has a sleek design,pleasing to the eye and hinting to an agile and highly maneuverable ship. The young force user begins to limp her way where the others have gathered, her wounded leg finally protesting painfully now that the adrenaline of the battle is over.
Teeva is wearing a charcoal sleeveless dress made from raw silk layered over dark tights, now with a burned hole in one leg. Her feet are bound by flexible wraps, laced criss-crossing up her slender ankles, and a cloak shot through with silver threads draped over her shoulders. The girls delicate, heart shaped face under a mass of inky black hair is currently wearing a frown, probably from the recent events and the pain from her wound.
Once the ramp was down, and the captain made her announcement to board quickly, Teeva comments, "Not even here a day, and already fleeing the station. Such is life, " Shaking her head, the girl limps up the ramp into the ship, nodding the male human at the controls, their haste at board cutting short any introductions for now.
Once aboard, Teeva quickly limps to a place out of the way.
, Jensaarai Force User