“What are you doing here?” Rey asked.
The question prompted a look of derision from the woman. She scoffed and narrowed her eyes at them.
“What am I doing here? The better question is, what are you doing here? I was under the impression you were supposed to be dead.”
Rey felt rather than saw the way Zaria tensed at the woman’s indifferent words. Her eyes never left the woman’s gaze even as she swept an arm in front of Zaria. Zaria turned to her.
“Who is she?” she asked, instead of asking whether Rey knew the woman, as it was already clear she was familiar with the woman.
Rey put her hand down. she was about to respond to Zaria’s inquiry when the woman’s previously unnoticed companion stepped closer to her and whispered into the woman’s ear. The woman’s eyes finally left Rey, going to
