As he was coming out of the precinct with a DL-44 blaster in one hand and extra Tibanna packs in the other, Luke caught sight of another familiar redhead. There was a slight hesitation in his step; he and Arha hadn't really spoken since Mara arrived, certainly not since that brief discussion in the Temple. He'd wanted to give her her space, let things sizzle down.

But now here she was, and that slight pause had Luke turning toward her, pushing the extra packs into pouches on his belt as he walked.

"Hello, Arha," he said, smiling at her. His presence in the Force had a thread of apprehension through it, along with anticipation of the imminent mission. Luke knew he was going into danger, but, well, it was what he did. "You're not armed--are you staying behind?"