[ Boba whirls towards the voice when he hears it, brandishing the stone in his hand as if preparing to hurl it at someone. His hand does not fall, even as the stranger makes herself known. He takes in her helmet, the badges on her black uniform—all without comprehension. ]
Someone who no longer needed it, [ he answers, watching tensely as the stranger draws to a stop some distance away. The stone is still gripped in his hand, undeterred by the woman's armored appearance. Evidently, he has no other weapon to rely on. ] Who are you?
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Someone who no longer needed it, [ he answers, watching tensely as the stranger draws to a stop some distance away. The stone is still gripped in his hand, undeterred by the woman's armored appearance. Evidently, he has no other weapon to rely on. ] Who are you?