Scout's spent a year with Mandalorians. You can't do that without learning to hide things mercenaries don't love to see. People who knew her from her previous year with the Carnival would be surprised at how much more reserved she is and how this is as close as she's come to gushing about the Jedi and the Force. But that's the great thing about the turnover here.

She shrugs. "It's mostly kind of like being chased by bloodflies, you know? It's annoying and you don't wanna get bit in the face but it won't kill you, and wearing heavier clothing makes it harder on them." She's definitely downplaying it. Scout's been relying on the Force a lot to avoid the many things that normally would attach to humans and have more severe, lasting effects, but the things she attracts aren't all harmless.

"Usually if I just keep moving they don't bother following far, but there's too many to do that now. Some of them would hurt me. I've got it under control." Scout puts a hand on the holster to her blaster. See how competent and independent she is? That's another thing reinforced by being around Mandalorians. They'll help but get so superior and condescending about it that it's often not worth it.