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NAILA WATCHED as Finn was carted away into the base on a stretcher with fearful eyes, she could feel Han stood behind her as he placed a hand on the top of her back and guided her down whilst making sure she didn't collapse.
"I can walk on my own, Han," Naila muttered shaking his hand off as they came down the ramp and into the eyes of the Resistance.
"If you say that and fall down, I feel like that's on me," Han chuckled, "Get it checked out, for me."
Naila rolled her eyes, "I'll think about it."
Passing Leia was hard, she couldn't look the woman in the eye after what she did, or what she couldn't do, but Leia grabbed her and embraced her, "You did good, Nai."
Naila shook her head, "I'm sorry I couldn't bring him home. I tried. I really tried."
"It's not your fault," The woman smiled, "Go and get some rest and shower because you smell like you just took a bath in Chewie's mess."
The spy laughed softly and gave Leia a last sorrowful look before heading into base, "Naila! I've been looking for you!" Naila spun around and Poe came crashing into her, "Sorry. You alright?" He was gripping her shoulders tightly but a glance at his hand placement from Naila was all he needed to be told to remove his grip.
"Yeah, I urm- just need sleep and a shower," Naila smiled, "See you later."
"I can help," Naila gave him a look, "Not with the sleeping or showering dimwit, your wounds, I can help you with them if you aren't going to get them checked out."
"I can do it myself, Dameron."
"I might need some company for the night."
Naila stopped and turned around as Poe gave her his best puppy dog eyes, "Fine. Come on then." She led him to her quarters as he stared wide eyed at the space she had compared to his one room, "What, Poe?"
"You haven't lived here for four years and your quarters are this big!" Poe exclaimed, "Is this your General status or the whole spy thing?"
"Just sit down, Poe, I'll make us drinks," Naila huffed at the man as she took out two glasses and pulled a bottle of whiskey out, "Will whiskey do?"
"Yeah, that's great," Poe said as she placed the glass in front of him, "Tell me about yourself, Naila Caddo."
"What's there to know? I'm a spy, I'm never in the same place for long, I don't like people," Naila listed, "What about you?"
