Jaina never would have thought she'd be hearing her doorchimes in the middle of the night again, and by the time she'd pulled a robe on to go open the door, she was pretty much ready to hit whoever was on the other side of it. Of course, she knew who was on the other side...
"Randomizer again," Dab said with an apologetic smile, holding up the device.
Jaina held out her hand. "Give it to me, I'm going to break that kriffing thing."
The smile disappeared, and he quickly pocketed the randomizer like he fully expected her to try and take it from him. "I can't do that, Jedi Solo. We'd both be in trouble, and-"
"Then you should go, before I break you instead," Jaina replied.
Dab swallowed. "Have a good night," he said, and hurried down the hall as Jaina closed the door behind him.
She leaned against the door for a moment, willing herself to leave the frustration here, and then returned to her bedroom after being interrupted by the adult doppleganger of her dead brother, pausing at the door. "Yeah, I'm not going to be able to do this," she realized.
From the bed, Jag sighed. "Remind me to thank him later. Possibly with a fist to the face."
"So, so done," she agreed.
[WHAT I HAD TO. NFB, NFI or I think Jaina may come to life and kill you.]