[When Kerra first steps into the small sleeping bunk, she's struck not by the other woman sliding onto the floor, but rather by the ripples she makes in the Force with her very presence. The presence of someone strong in it, attuned to it, but someone not used to trying to restrain the aura that hovers around them. Swearing silently in her head, Kerra counts her blessings that she's actively been masking her own aura since she arrived because if there are other Force-Sensitives here then there could very well be Sith here.]
Are you sure? There's room for two.
[She says simply enough, but she doesn't shy away from taking a seat on the edge of the bunk. She figures announcing herself at least a little more subtly would be best. Unhooking her belt, she hangs that on a small peg on the wall, letting the blaster, tools, and a relatively unadorned metal cylinder hang there in full view The other, and her vibroknife, are tucked up inside her cloak, hidden...just in case.]
III Ish?
Are you sure? There's room for two.
[She says simply enough, but she doesn't shy away from taking a seat on the edge of the bunk. She figures announcing herself at least a little more subtly would be best. Unhooking her belt, she hangs that on a small peg on the wall, letting the blaster, tools, and a relatively unadorned metal cylinder hang there in full view The other, and her vibroknife, are tucked up inside her cloak, hidden...just in case.]