Last spark from the ashes

Adia watches the scene unfold from the safety of the mouth of the alleyway. Not that the little aliens are paying her any attention. She looks poorer than a backwater nerf herder, with nothing of value to scavenge and no credits to her name to purchase even one busted droid.

She'll wait for the small robed figure to give up the sensor beacon in his arms before she replies. "Pigeons are pretty friendly. The can carry diseases, but that wouldn't be a problem for you. What birds backtalk in the Nexus?" Adia has not yet run into the crows that occasionally hustle for change in the Plaza.

"Probably both." Adia shrugs and put her hands in her pockets. "I know some of them still hate us. And the less you know about the enemy, the harder it is to fight them." She smiles wryly. "Even I know that."