Early the next morning, Caimeag still hadn’t found a mechanic. She sighs and goes back to her camp. She decides to go the other direction, and passes a young man, around her age, collecting crops.
Caimeag starts and instinctively reaches for her concealed lightsaber, but she relaxes when she sees who’s talking to her. She approaches the young man. “No, but I’m looking for a mechanic. Would you know one around these parts?”
Caimeag frowns a little when she feels the Force from Blaine, but she doesn’t say anything. She looks around, bracing her arms around him while he drives. “Here.”