Retirement is for old people (Jedi welcome)

Jane gave her employer a lopsided grin. If nothing else, seeing who the man was that radiated so much power had been satisfying. Standing and watching two old warriors not do anything but talk about how they were old warriors was less so.

"The lack of moving is the part putting me in tears, my lady. All that talk about a fight, and there's nothing to get excited about."

The blonde stood with her hand on her gun, wondering if she should try to alleviate her frustration in the direction of the two fighters below, then sighed and made an annoyed shooing motion at them.

"Whatever. Let's get you home, Miss."

Celeste Mason,

Finally.
That was all she could think. Finally! Finally, he noticed her. Finally he spoke to her. Finally he was there, so near. Felicity would kill for this opportunity, and Celeste was the one who finally had it.
She stared at her Father, smile wide, innocent. For only a moment, she was a little girl again.

"Papa..."

But then, he said the one thing that would wipe that smile off of her face. The reminder of who she was, or rather, who she was expected to be. The nagging reality that no matter what she did, no matter how high she climbed, she would always be compared to her.

Her bright blue eyes narrowed, her face firm and professional. He was right. She had grown.
And he had no idea the woman she'd become. How could he? He wasn't there. She stepped backwards, away, putting more distance between them. She had no urge to embrace him, no desire to chat about the family, or catch up. For the moment, she was the Elected Princess of Theed.

"You have no idea," she replied quietly. There was a second where the thought crossed her mind that she really should say something kind to him. The best she could manage was, "Well, you're alive. At least I know that much now."

She turned her attention back to her body guard, pulling the silk scarf up to cover her head again.

"Jane? Take me home. I'm finished here."