Fine, But I'm Not That Young

Following Mar's gaze, Ghost stared at the table in complete confusion. "What do you mean? I can barely get a pencil to come to me with that weird power of mine that you keep calling...the Force, was it?" She bit at her bottom lip, hugging the bag close to her stomach as an old memory entered her mind - broken glass and old equipment bent in on itself.

Shaking her head, she shrugged and forced a smile to him. "I guess I'll be whatever a padawan is, but I want answers...please. I've been sheltered all my life and have no clue what's going on in the galaxy. Also, I'm not that young."

Carla snorted at her feet.

"Okay, I'm twenty-six. That does not make me a baby, Carla!"