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Paisely quickly back peddaled as something came crashing through the roof, but was soon put on the defensive, crouching forwards and flashing her fangs and claws. 'A little girl?' she thought to herself. 'It's a distraction, I bet!' She crept forwards slowly, head down to deepen she shadows around her eyes. "I don't like this, Setti," she purred quietly, her vampiric instincts leaving her stoic, cold, cruel and mostly suspicious. She blinked as the girl changed, her eyes turning brown. Stepping forward, she stood straighter. "Are you from the Empire or are you of the Resistance? I've seen no weaponary technology like this within the Resistance and I've been with it for some time now." Bending, she took one of the tendrils, unafraid for her safety as she was unlikely to die. She looked back to Setti, making sure she wasn't over stepping her bounds as a member. She just didn't like the tendrils or how they swirled through the air like their own sentient beings.