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[Revan, who hasn't had the benefit of a mental picture, glances Mita up and down, eyes catching almost unnoticeably on the spot where her arm should be. Amputated limbs are normal where Revan's from--so normal there's a name for the specific technique of lopping 'em off with a lightsaber--but it's weird to see a missing arm that hasn't been replaced with a prosthetic. The merest flicker of surprise (entirely untainted by disgust or contempt) flashes across her mind, but largely her mental presence reflects her physical one--friendly curiosity laced with self-satisfaction.]

I'm Revan. Welcome to Rivendell.

[Without fully realizing she's doing it, Revan turns on the charm as she hops off the railing, her smile bright enough to read by.]