Half lounging in her sports bra and underwear, Bette watched him pull on his clothes. As he talked her expression changed minutely, her lively eyes deadening a little. "Of course I don' agree with what that bastard did t' Alderaan." The alcohol was still coursing through her system, and as this was her room she snuggled down into the bed a little more, her head pillowed on a curled arm.
"Jus' who d'ya think I am, anyway?" She scowled at him. "But peace is not a terrible cause. Galactic governments have zillions of people in them, an' they deserve to live in a universe wi'out terrorists."
Bette shook her head at Perris, who seemed to be unable to find his boots. "I swore an oath, Kelly, an' I'll uphold it because I've hitched m' wagon to the people who are keeping the galaxy safe. Tarkin was a bastard... but things are so... different now.
"An' my word means something. Somethin' you seemed t' have no trouble forgettin' when you were breakin' yours."
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