Entry Number 050603A
"Of course they'll recognize our clothing, Ves. That's why we'll switch our clothes on our way there." Rose sucks at her teeth as she looked over our future transport. I raised a brow, not looking forward to my clothing being switched up and wearing something more extravagant than I needed. We are going to the centerplace for all the elegant, rich people of the Galaxy, so that means that for us to fit in we'll have to fit out of the regular people. If that makes sense, I mean. In my head everything makes sense when I think it, and now writing this log it seems like people won't understand what I mean. Do you understand? Nevermind.
Rose works her way around the droids that pass her, beeping enthusiastically and sliding about the floor, making her scoff a little at the impracticality of the little robots. I thought they looked neat and shiny. Nonetheless, I stared at Frost as she folded the documents and set them inside the pocket of her white coat. "Imagine going into Imperial territory looking like you'll arrest 75% of their population, they'll skin us alive." She shrugs, setting her hands inside her pockets. I watched as Navaien worked through the plates of the ship and knocking on them to check if they're healthy. The knocking made a low hum.
Rose works her way around the droids that pass her, beeping enthusiastically and sliding about the floor, making her scoff a little at the impracticality of the little robots. I thought they looked neat and shiny. Nonetheless, I stared at Frost as she folded the documents and set them inside the pocket of her white coat. "Imagine going into Imperial territory looking like you'll arrest 75% of their population, they'll skin us alive." She shrugs, setting her hands inside her pockets. I watched as Navaien worked through the plates of the ship and knocking on them to check if they're healthy. The knocking made a low hum.