Room 315, Monday Afternoon

Leia had somehow managed not to have any wee visitors this weekend, which was actually a good thing since she'd been buried in work.

But she was finally taking a break (mainly so she didn't try to throttle one of the other senators she was opposing, which would've been impressive if she could've done it through a holograph) (then again, she was her father's daughter). The door was open.


[Open, particularly for wee GFFAers, since I was made of fail in getting Leia out this weekend.]