[Zam nods approvingly at the comment about the vase. She doesn’t have to ask for further detail when Leia’s expression says enough. And Zam can always appreciate an inventive kill.
Leia’s question gets a pause and then a gesture: a single index finger raised in the air. Wait here. With that, Zam turns and disappears into another room -- a bedroom, if Leia cares to peer through the half-open door -- and returns a few moments later with a bundle of black clothing: Zam’s old uniform from the Moira. Her sponsors prefer she wear their uniform, so it’s not like she needs it herself. She holds it out towards Leia; it’s all she has to give her at the moment.]
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Leia’s question gets a pause and then a gesture: a single index finger raised in the air. Wait here. With that, Zam turns and disappears into another room -- a bedroom, if Leia cares to peer through the half-open door -- and returns a few moments later with a bundle of black clothing: Zam’s old uniform from the Moira. Her sponsors prefer she wear their uniform, so it’s not like she needs it herself. She holds it out towards Leia; it’s all she has to give her at the moment.]