Kissimi
Kissimi batted the mic away. She'd lived on Lothal, without Republic help, for three years. She wouldn't need
backup. She turned and left briskly without another word, the brown wolf following. If she timed it all out correctly, she'd be able to return by nightfall.
It might not be possible. He might have changed his schedule since the last incident. That was too close the first time, and the rumors running about help nothing, She thought, half wandering through the streets on the familiar path.
Chase and Pira Jackson
Chase watched Kissimi leave, still with that same expression. From the doorway, Pira coughed quietly, and the boy looked over at her, all emotion leaving his face as he realized she'd been watching him.
She can't know. I can't tell her. I have to hide it. But I don't wanna, He thought, conflicted. He had the option of telling Pira who Kissimi was and hoping she didn't say anything, but knowing her she'd say something.