The worker shifted her feet. She was constantly moving as Obi-Wan asked her questions. And she seemed so nervous. "No, but they had to file a flight plan." Gazing at Obi-wan, she wiggled her foot.
Obi-Wan noticed the movement and looked down. A small hand was curled around the worker's ankle.
"That's my boy, Ned," she said in a whisper. "Please don't report me. I had to bring him to work this week. My mother is ill and she's the one who takes care of him."
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