Aboard the Ghost

Did you say something?

Somewhere on the Ghost, 6:45 p.m....

It was quiet, much to quiet for Hera's liking.

Normally, around this time, somebody would be crashing into a wall and breaking something.

That somebody would be pranking Zeb at this moment and getting under his skin.

That somebody...

"Ezra!" Hera said, approaching the teen who was sitting quietly in the copilot's chair. He stared out the window, not even acknowledging the fact that Hera was talking to him. "Are you alright? You've been pretty quiet lately."

He didn't answer.

"Ezra?"

Nothing.

"Zeb broke one of your helmets!"

Still nothing.

"Kanan's dancing outside in a tutu and screaming about the pink lightsabers!"

Zilch.

Hera glared at him. "Fine, don't answer." With that, she turned around and stormed away, leaving him alone in the cockpit. A few minutes after she left, Ezra turned around in the chair.

He took out the bud from his ear. "Did you say something? Hera?" She was long gone by now. Shrugging, he put the thing back into his ear and continued to listen to his music.