Maeve hated Mustafar already. Behind the facade her insides were definitely boiling, which was perhaps a little ironic, given that they were surrounded by lava. The job was well-paid, but the unpleasant, hot, dry air made her question whether it was paid well enough. She did everything for money - at least usually, but as she had been given more details, she had questioned her decision.
It was one thing to roam a planet ruled by Sith, but it was another to rummage through a library. Well, to be fair getting around unnoticed and stealing stuff was her forte, but she wasn't exactly fond of Force-User and she knew it better than to actively mess with a Sith...
But here she was, leaned against the ship that had transported her over, arms crossed and waiting for her 'associate'. She had absolutely no idea who was about to assist her, and she hadn't decided which face of her she'd meet, but as always, she'd adapt accordingly. For now, she suppressed a scowl and rather passively studying the architecture in front of her where they were expected to enter the ancient library...
@Sreeya
It was one thing to roam a planet ruled by Sith, but it was another to rummage through a library. Well, to be fair getting around unnoticed and stealing stuff was her forte, but she wasn't exactly fond of Force-User and she knew it better than to actively mess with a Sith...
But here she was, leaned against the ship that had transported her over, arms crossed and waiting for her 'associate'. She had absolutely no idea who was about to assist her, and she hadn't decided which face of her she'd meet, but as always, she'd adapt accordingly. For now, she suppressed a scowl and rather passively studying the architecture in front of her where they were expected to enter the ancient library...
@Sreeya