She inclined her head at the question, like yes, obviously. Scout found the Carnival restful, if often irritating. It had been a place where she'd had to maintain her own regimen; life in the Temple had had its similarities to boot camp and so having hours and hours of time to herself almost every day had been very strange.

The past year and a half had seen a lot more having to fill time herself, and a lot more uncontrolled violence. Better here than Mandalore.

"Good to meet you. My friends call me Scout."