Even across this distance Scout fought herself to hold his gaze, her eyes watering a little as she kept from blinking. For most of her life she'd deferred to the Masters who would sometimes have that look as they addressed her. It was ingrained. She'd learned to stand up for herself when they were wrong about something, to make her case without studying the floor, but it was still a relief when he looked away at the statue.

After a moment, she said, "I know. I can't live in the past." It was one of the tenants, actually. "If my only priority was staying alive, I'd stop being - what I am. And I haven't stopped." 'Jedi' was a greater part of her identity than human. It was no more negotiable than that was.

Scout came closer, up to her side of the table. She tasted the familiar-strange way the man felt in the Force, and wished she was one of those Jedi who could tell when someone was bending the truth or hiding something. Not that that had saved them... "Tell me. This is really the only star system your people can travel in? No contact with other planets?"

Her face tightened in anxiety as she took, figuratively, a big step - she reached up without looking and took a persistently wayward lock of her own short hair. Quickly, mostly one-handedly, she put it into a narrow braid. Though she didn't tie it off, it didn't immediately unravel, as if she usually kept it like that. "This doesn't have any great significance here?"