[Luke is bent over the main console, face illuminated by the glow of the monitors as he pokes at the controls. His expression is set into a frown of concentration. He starts to straighten and something tugs at the edge of his perception, that little warning sense that's served him so well over the years and that he's learned to trust. He glances over his shoulder and then turns with a surprised blink. He has his lightsaber and blaster on his belt, but he doesn't make a move for them.]
Where'd you guys come from?
[Seriously, he didn't even hear the door open. He's seen weirder costumes, of course, so it's not their unorthodox appearance that really gets to him. And his mind is busily racing through a list of excuses as to why he's here.]
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Where'd you guys come from?
[Seriously, he didn't even hear the door open. He's seen weirder costumes, of course, so it's not their unorthodox appearance that really gets to him. And his mind is busily racing through a list of excuses as to why he's here.]