The young girl listened to the whole story quietly. The universe truly was a very strange place. She thought of a couple quick retorts, snide comments, or lectures, but she couldn't ignore the feelings she felt eminating from the adopted Mandalorian. That aura of emotional energy held sincerity, honesty, strength, and even pain that Faux had never felt in another before...Never even looked for in a Mandalorian before.
She wished the whole universe wasn't so CONFUSING!!
The redhead slashed violently at the air in front of her, and with a powerful twist and turn came down hard on her pretend enemy that had suddenly transformed into all of the conflict within herself. The blade profoundly fell in a final attack.
Faux stood straight in her rust-grey colored armored, "When do we leave?"