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[twostandingby]

The cramped apartment is dark and quiet, as it should be. There's not one thing out of place; not one of the (admittedly, few) holos or furnishings are a millimeter away from where Winter left them. Bright specks of speeder traffic flash past far below the windows, an old-fashioned chrono ticks in the tiny living space. But

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[alderaani_intel]

The door creaks open as Winter walks in, holding a bag or two. She pauses for a moment, feeling something off.

She is a ninja after all.

She sniffs. Something smells remotely good.

[twostandingby]

And as soon as that whiff is there, it's gone. Dark apartment, everything as it should be.

Nothing to see here. Move along.

[alderaani_intel]

She sets the bags down by the couch, and slides her hand against the wall till it hits the lightswitch, illuminating the room.

[twostandingby]

Ahh, but she doesn't come around the couch.

There is a foot propped up on the armrest of the sofa, the rest of the body (presuming there is one, of course) hidden by the back of the couch. The foot twitches at the sudden rush of light.