Perhaps the sparring match she is about to fight will provide an opportunity to test the waters.  Despite knowing that all things come in their due time...  There's a part of her that can hardly wait.

Unfortunately, the only remotely consistent clue for whether a Darth is trying to court an underling is whether they're attempting to kill them, and even that one isn't a guarantee.

At any rate, sparring! Pradnakt has given herself a few hours to settle in, and has time to meditate and warm up before heading to the salle, with Nine tagging along to watch.

...To call this a simple salle was really something of a misnomer on her part, but to be fair to her past self, even with a shocking amount of self-consistency across time, her own actions are hard to account for.  And it is her own actions that have turned what was once a series of smaller practice spaces and a blaster range, to match the similar ones nearer the crew and guest quarters, into almost something of a ship entertainment, with a venue to match, in the self-proclaimed 'danger room'.  The sign welded over the door - which she could surely discover the origin of, but politely refrains from doing - draws wry amusement as she awaits Pradnakt's arrival outside its doors, along with a few Crew that have...rather more zeal for this fight than she.

"Welcome to training salle 3.  ...Please forgive the engineering crew's naming sense, and enthusiasm for what they've done with the place since we got it.  And, for that matter, myself, for enabling them.  We should discuss how we want to handle this fight, incidentally.  Not just which of its features we will be deploying, or not deploying, but -" - and perhaps this pause is slightly longer than normal, as Darth Kalbetis finds a future self ringing an alarm bell at something she might otherwise have said - "I rather prefer my sparring with a standard of not dealing more than superficial damage.  Sensible people in this Empire are rather few and far between, and worth preserving."

"Agreed. - 9P here can shoot nonlethally, if two on one sounds interesting."

"...As much as it would likely be a good or at least not-horrible idea were this a real fight, I can't say I'd want to risk it unless I know more than I expect you'd like to tell me about his hardware situation.  The droids we normally train with in here have specially hardened memory banks to survive me throwing them around, not to mention for protection against Ionize, or Force Lightning.  ...Plus," she seems almost chagrined, if wryly amused, "Elsie would likely surprise me if she wasn't invited to an 'and-staff' sort of spar."

"Not today, then, I'll have to get a little farther along on the upgrades I have planned for him before I subject him to all that. What else did you have in mind?"

"Well, there's the question of whether and what environments we would like to simulate - 'the floor is lava' is...an interesting complication, for example, despite its juvenility - and whether there should be other forces in the field - which, speaking of, you could request the assistance of a friendly droid if you wanted, though they wouldn't be 9P.  I think we have a few similar model chassis in the lot."

"Eh, it wouldn't be the same." She keeps the fondness out of her voice, and mostly manages to keep it out of her Force signature. "If you want to use the terrain to level the field a bit, the obvious thing would be something that breaks up our sightlines and is dynamic enough to distract Force senses."

"I quite understand the sentiment.  And, yes, we do have that setting.  'Spaceship with fluctuating inertaics', perhaps?  Getting a properly dynamic environment out of ground combat is rather difficult, though I suppose there's always the 'factory floor' settings...Or 'Sith Temple', though I could swear that design was more inspired by the Temple of Doom holo."

"All of those sound like fun. How realistic is the spaceship sim, will I be able to predict the fluctuations by sensing the machinery?"

"...Somewhat?  Not entirely like it would work if the machinery were within the spaceship, being as the 'spaceship' is effectively only projected forcefields, but there's still machinery involved, and that has translated well enough for myself."

She takes a quick moment to consider. "I still think I have a better chance with that one than the others."

"Then so shall it be.  ...Ah, would you prefer that this be a private spar?  The crew will be disappointed, but they'll live," she takes a moment to Have An Imposing Presence at the putative audience.

"It'd be another factor in my favor to skip the live audience; I don't care if you broadcast it, though."

"I think that it might be a good idea to be closer to normal environmental conditions, which don't include live audiences, so, go on, shoo," she turns to the no-longer-putative no-longer-audience.  "I'll make the recording available afterwards but we can't have you all watching and throwing everything off."

"...Would you yourself be good enough with systems to fix damaged inertial capacitors and the like?  Because I should explain how that part works, seeing as we don't actually, you know, break them."

"Hm. On one hand I'm not as good at ship maintenance as I'd like to be; on the other hand I wonder if I can't figure it out without the help." Okay, okay, she should probably not be showing off for the Darth she doesn't actually want to catch the eye of, but have you considered that showing off like this is fun.

She knows the feeling.  "Well, if you want, the 'tool rack' is over there; have at it."  (It's basically a series of differently-colored signal wands.)

"Sounds good. Are there any other considerations? I win if I get the capacitors back online, you win if you stop me, live sabers, pull strikes?" She's definitely not going to actually win, and the fact that she's not at all expecting to is obvious in the Force if one is looking, but she's in good spirits about it anyway.

"...Sounds fair.  Hmm.  Are you invading the ship or defending it?"

"Invading sounds like fun."

"So you're engaging in vigilante engineering.  Cute."  (Force, let that not be an overstep, she'd be quite upset with herself if she ruined all this progress with one small...thing she said.)

...yeah see this is why a smart Sith Lord doesn't go interacting with strange Darths. She can beat herself up about it later, though, she has work to do right now. "Let's say I'm getting the capacitors back online so the rest of my team can do their job, whatever that may be."

But she shouldn't!  If anything she's going to be being annoyed at herself over killing the mood - whatever mood it was, it was better than this all-business one - when this is done.

"Mm, that does make more sense, good thinking.  Though, would you rather be 'getting data off the holotank'?  It seems more...  Straightforward a plot."

"Sure. And it sounds like we're ready, then?"

"I suppose it does, unless you want to add additional objectives and/or complications for either of us.  For instance, crew."