The Rebel Faction

Adhee was not entirely sure what was going through her new companion's mind, but her eyes rested curiously on his own as though in search of his thoughts' reflections. Despite how she was unaware of the meanings behind his wry and mysterious smile, a corner of her lips quirked upwards softly, as though to mirror this gesture on a gentler level of her own.

The young woman walked alongside the man to the cantina, which was so easily picked out by its unique appearance, noise, and smell. She wasn't normally found in such places, as they teemed with energy that lacked in coherence; it was not an environment that helped her to think, though by now she had to wonder where that thinking had gotten her.

Laughter spilled through the many channels of air that chanced their ways out of the cantina. Adhee heard them before the two entered the building, and again, louder, once they had stepped through. Voices both human and alien intertwined themselves and became one solid entity, and found their ways to her ears as well in the midst of the tavern's music.

The woman turned to her new acquaintance, picking him out through the new lighting she was now becoming adjusted to. Her eyes lacked a good deal of evident emotion, but the gentle smile she had given him earlier returned.

"Anything will do," she said, "though for now I prefer to stay away from alcohol."

Without consulting the man first, Adhee chose a booth somewhere near the corner of the building, a little out of the way while still giving them clear sight of the exit. While it was not possible to escape the crowd completely, it was not exactly needed here.

After a moment to allow them both time to settle in, Adhee glanced back toward her new acquaintance. Her expression was almost inquisitive, but her lips were still at first. Her fingers, for a moment, moved idly on the table, brushing against each other lightly as though unused to the feel of her own skin.

"Do you think you will be here long?" she asked, though by the way she spoke there seemed no particular path to her question. It may have even passed as a conversational beginning, as though the two of them were a simple man and woman who had decided to have lunch with little else of concern. But of course, they weren't quite as humble as that, and those who were in tune with thoughts and philosophies and aspects of the Force... always seemed to have something deeper on their minds.

Adhee's lips were already quirking upwards slightly as the man paused briefly to think - but slowly, as he offered her his elusive explanation, this expression evolved into a fully amused and brightening smile. It was as though something in his words managed to spark a humorous side in her, even if he was not exactly trying for this reaction.

"Well then, if we are speaking in terms relating to how I view the idea of "long", I am in the same predicament as you are. I really do not know either."

As curious as it was for two Force users to find each other in the throngs of a Falltyl market, Adhee found herself wondering what this man would mean to her in the long run. If for some reason his company was more beneficial than her lonesome wandering without real reason, then her time on this planet would most likely correlate directly with his own.

Of course, she did not voice this, but it was an odd concept that breathed life to her through her thoughts.

She shifted in her seat a bit, but mostly out of this restless thinking. Her hands slipped away from the table after a moment and she rested them in her lap, her awareness reaching out to the things that were taking place around her. Yet always, they remained on her companion. Interest was interest, but it was more than that with him. Perhaps it had just been so long since she had spoken with anyone who could relate to her on certain terms. She hadn't had a master, or a fellow Force user in her company in quite some time. It was an almost new experience to her now.

As though greeting another human being conversationally, the woman offered her same smile to the droid, canting her head lightly to the side with a patience that contrasted with Adrian's quick decisions. She didn't pause for a very long time on the matter, nor did she say anything right away; a quiet "hmm" escaped the woman's lips before she made a choice.

"I think I'll have the same," she concluded.

With a face now more serious than it was struck by humor, Adhee turned to her companion and met his watchful eyes. Her eyes flickered with thoughts unspoken - as though in that brief moment's time she was coming to some sort of assessment about him. She then glanced down and leaned forward, though only enough to find some comfort in her position, and brushed habitually at a few locks of hair that swept themselves against the table's surface.

As she did this, her voice found itself through the tavern's noise, just loudly enough to be heard by her acquaintance.

"I'm not sure what I am doing here," she admitted to him, "and I suppose it's probably the same with you. And so.. I can't say where it's best to begin."

As she finalized her process of absently toying with her hair by tucking a strand of it behind an ear, she glanced up at the man through her lashes and seemed to assess him this way for a minute. Her hand drifted away from her face and out of the length of her hair, and then she turned her gaze to him completely with an expression that was almost lost.

Perhaps somehow she was. She had no idea what to do here, or what to do anywhere. Her life was nothing but questions and thoughts - things she did not have an answer to and sought almost desperately but quietly to find. Maybe somewhere or somehow some hope had found its way to her - a dangerous hope that this man may have... or be... something she was looking for; an opportunity, a chance? A way to learn something she did not already know?

Maybe she was simply drawn by this simple, trivial pleasure of having someone to speak to her - someone who had no pre-existing opinions of her and might even understand the things she had to say.

In many ways she was confused, and this in itself was enough to make her wonder what danger she was placing herself into. And if in this man there was something beneficial - a relationship or a possibility? She wished that for once things would be clear for her.

She took a quiet breath.

"Do you think there is a reason we have met today?" she asked this ... Daska Tainer. It was not meant as a helpless question, and in truth she expected elusive replies. But it was an honest inquiry, as new as that may have been between them both so far. Personally, she did not like to think of anything considered fate, and such a thing was a matter he might not want to share. But it was a start to something, in some direction, if they were truly heading anywhere at all.