The door opened and someone walked in, and it was not Leia.
The footsteps that followed carried a different rhythm from Leia's, lighter and quicker, the kind of walk that landed where it landed without spending much thought on the precise placement of each step. Zaeryn stayed where he was on the rug, one arm folded behind his head, eyes half open and watching the angle of the ceiling rather than the door itself.
A woman came into view at the edge of his vision, and she made it perhaps three steps into the lounge before she registered him lying on the floor and stopped completely, as though the rug had become electrified beneath her feet.
She had short, fiery red hair, cut into an asymmetric crop with the longer side sweeping across her brow, and even from where he was lying down he could see the way her eyebrows drew together as she processed what she was looking at.
"Hey." Her voice arrived a few seconds after processing, her body had already stopped. "You're not Leia."
