[Scout's only about seventeen, but she's thinking along the same lines. Dressed in Mandalorian-provided clothes the only thing that could possibly mark her as a fugitive Jedi Padawan is the one lock of her red hair that's always waywards and curly, suggesting she braids it often but has it loose now.
She was thinking along the same lines, but Scout saw the woman leaving and watched, and experiences a hard derail. This woman has a lightsaber. Why does she have a lightsaber? Jedi, Jedi-hunter, chance? Wait. No! She knows that design. That's the Betrayer's lightsaber. How did she get that lightsaber? This isn't possible!
Scout's had a few years of being pounded around to make a stoic mask, but hiding how she feels isn't in her usual nature. She's staring, naked hope and doubt and terror open on her face.]
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She was thinking along the same lines, but Scout saw the woman leaving and watched, and experiences a hard derail. This woman has a lightsaber. Why does she have a lightsaber? Jedi, Jedi-hunter, chance? Wait. No! She knows that design. That's the Betrayer's lightsaber. How did she get that lightsaber? This isn't possible!
Scout's had a few years of being pounded around to make a stoic mask, but hiding how she feels isn't in her usual nature. She's staring, naked hope and doubt and terror open on her face.]