Gracie's 2nd POV (second admin of @the.rebel.fangirls & wingsandthunder )
"I get the feeling you're not telling us everything."
Hera stood in the common room of the Ghost, studying Gracie as she sat at the holotable. Zeb sat on the wooden chair tucked next to the closet. Gracie didn't meet his glance. It felt odd to be interrogated by characters she loved so dearly, even though she had absolutely nothing to hide. Almost as odd as seeing the characters' appearances in real life and not animation. Zeb was hairier than she'd expected. Judging by the attire Zeb and Hera wore, she was probably in about mid-season 2, long before they had reached the World Between Worlds. Great. That'll make this even more difficult for them to grasp the situation.
     The World Between Worlds was a nexus in the Force that the characters discovered—or would discover—near the ending of season 4, a place that allowed communication and even interaction with anywhere and any time in the universe. But there was little chance they'd buy into that inter-dimensional stuff now, even if they did both believe in the Force; they had no idea of its capabilities.
     "No," Gracie responded, "I'm not. But I don't think you're ready to hear what I have to say."
Zeb grumbled something to himself.
     "Not ready?" Hera asked. "What, is there some big Rebellion secret we're not supposed to know about?"
     "Yeah...something like that."
     Zeb sat up, "What, are they letting children run the Rebellion now, Hera?"
     "What about Ezra?" Gracie blurted out.
     "How do you know who we all are??" Zeb turned to Hera. "I swear, if she's a spy for those Imps..."
     "She's not," Hera snapped. She looked down at Gracie. "Are you, dear?" Her tone had calmed but retained its insistency.
     Gracie looked Hera in the eyes. "No. I'm not. I promise."
     "There. See, Zeb? Settled."
     "Not really," the Lasat grumbled.
     "At least until Kanan and Ezra come back," Hera told him reassuringly. I'm sure they'll know what to make of this ordeal. For now...Gracie...if you're hungry the kitchen is right through that door."
     "Thank you, Hera!" Gracie smiled, sliding out of the rounded couch.
     Zeb slumped out of his seat lifting his stubby fingers into the air. "Wait, you're just going to let her rummage around in there? We still don't know who this girl is!"
     "We keep food in there, Zeb," Hera returned with that motherly sarcasm of her's, "not the secrets of the Rebellion."
     "What if she tries something??" Zeb said, less concerned now and more weary.
     Hera backed out of the common room, smirking. "I guess you'll just have to babysit." An orange astromech came rolling down the hall and into the common room, whirring quietly in a confused tone. "Oh," Hera looked down, "and here's Chopper to help."
      Gracie stared as the old C1-10P rolled noisily into the room, making those iconic Chopper sounds.
     "Wonderful," Zeb said. "And just where are you off to?"
     "I have to see about an informant. Introduce Chopper to our guest." With that, Hera made her way to the cargo bay. "And boys," she said, right as the automatic doors began to shut behind her. "Behave."
     The room fell silent, and an awkwardness began to spread about. Chopper's dome spun around slowly, examining Gracie and Zeb, as if waiting for them to amuse him the same way Zeb and Ezra did. Zeb sighed mightily.
     "Well, kid, what'll it be?"
     "Do you guys have any Space Waffles?"
     Zeb managed his first smile. "Good choice."