It had been a week since she last met the bounty hunter that went by Rawl. During that time she met ranger Corran Velt for the second time, and began re-evaluating the life she had lived in relative discomfort for the last near-decade. Pushing herself to the limit earning her Doctorates as the youngest of her classes and the youngest graduate, working legitimately then forced into the underbelly of the galaxy, dealing with her sensitivity. And now there were some answers to these abilities... but they came with too many complications attached.
He mentioned being interested in Force-centered artifacts, and not for the first time did the Arkanian Offshoot wonder why he even bothered concerning himself. But now things were changing, and for her to survive she had to change too. It was a very late hour, possibly later than the Mandalorian could expect courtesy calls, but she was certain if she waited until morning she would stall or change her mind.
She put the fresh cigara to her lips, a flame flickering to life at the tip of her thumb. A nice little trick, finally learned after so many weeks of intense study. Some of her fingertips were still blackened with the soot of earlier results. The holocron had much to reveal yet... but there was the issue of earning the bounty hunter's trust. Perhaps he could be useful with his own ties, and if so, she could use him for protection and other benefits.
Sighing on a cigara smoke-laced exhale, she dialed his number on her comm, holding out the device on the table for speaker mode and flicking the flame off. She could always apologize for the hour later, and make up for any rudeness on her behalf.
@Darasuum