[A light dusting of snowfall fell off of the ARC Trooper's winged pauldrons as he steps inside, seeing that the place is nearly empty -- save for the familiar face who greets him.
And he can see why she won't be afraid.
Although his own face is hidden behind the t-shaped visor, he can't help but stare in slight disbelief. The smallest nuances in his posture shift, straightening a little more as he approaches and stops a few feet away from Padme, offering a stiff yet polite nod.]
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And he can see why she won't be afraid.
Although his own face is hidden behind the t-shaped visor, he can't help but stare in slight disbelief. The smallest nuances in his posture shift, straightening a little more as he approaches and stops a few feet away from Padme, offering a stiff yet polite nod.]
Ma'am.