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They stand back and look at their tables. Not bad. They should put together the bench seats next. As they head off to get more supplies, Ezra reads over his flimsy. "Okay, person on site who can make medical decisions in your name."
"Why would someone make medical decisions?"
"If you're unconscious and the medical droid has to chop off an arm or something, Command wants to have someone else tagged to make the call rather than let the droids choose. I can put Leia down again if you want."
"She finds out if I'm dead. She gets to decide if my arm gets cut off. I have known her for three days."
"You could put down Solo."
"Leia," Luke says firmly. Ezra makes a note.