She was in a waiting room, the droning music over the speaker an annoying loop of notes that seemed to always start back up at the instant that it ended. Tamera sat patiently though, looking to her right - there was a Rodian that was hunched over, then to her right where an Ithorian was rocking back and forth.

But it was the music that took her attentions so thoroughly. It was relentless in how it constantly repeated, and it didn't stop.

She let out a long breath, and looking up, she couldn't help but groan aloud.

The song only cycled around to start right back up again.

And then she yelled out her frustration.




"Hhhaaaaahhh... !"

It was a strangely muted sound that brought her sharply into the land of the living, and while her vocal expression was more of a breath than anything else, Beck let her body shudder just a small bit.

She was still on the couch in the living area of her quarters, and the holo - still playing - was stuck on a menu screen for some documentary show about Naboo wildlife. It was a lyrical bit of music, but it also had a way of piercing its way into the brain that was quite singular.

The next thing that she was aware of was the body that was cradled against her. A wiry, except soft, body. There was a tuft of fuzz that tickled her ear, and in the next moment she remembered the previous night. It only served to make her smile, and her arms around the body nestled beside her gave a little squeeze.

"Time to wake up," she whispered while nuzzling against her couch partner's ear.