"...You mean, Master Ries, that I distracted her with sparring.  I don't believe this will be quite solvable that way.  I'm not certain that we won't have to ask Padawan Vidarra's assistance."

"...I had rather hoped to avoid that, at all."

"We can't always have what we want."

"If Padawan Vidarra says he's staying and then we back him, we will likely be able to take on the shouting, rather than it becoming his problem.  But without direct word from Padawan Vidarra...  She'll assume it's a trick, a trap.  Notwithstanding that there's nothing horrible on the scans."

"I don't mind spending the night on the Sunrise, sir, it's fine. Right?"

"Right."

"...Right.  Okay.  Alright," Master Ries says, closing his eyes behind the hand that is pinching the bridge of his nose for but a moment, "we can work with that.  That will...  Likely suffice, to prove to Knight Chion that you are choosing."

"I can talk to her about it, too." Though he has a feeling he's going to be jealous of Lord Pradnakt for being able to turn conversations over to her droids at a moment's notice.

"...Yes, if you want to do that - but especially given what she is likely to say during those conversations, the comparisons she'll draw - I'm sure we all agree you shouldn't have to."

"Yeah. But nobody else is in a position to explain to her that they're people."

"...You have the compassion every Jedi should, Rafiik Vidarra."

He blushes a little. "Well, you know, they haven't made that hard."

"And yet."

"You do have to give them a chance, yeah."

The airlock chimes as he's speaking to indicate that the docking maneuvers are complete.

Annnnd there is a very...stressed-looking... Knight Chion immediately on the other side of it.  Her saber's not drawn, and certainly not lit, but it seems an altogether nearer thing than it should be based on the rest of the Jedi present.

"Knight Chion.  We have returned, in perfect working order.  Might we come aboard, perhaps?  Only you're rather obstructing the doorway."

"...Well.  I'd rather not see us all in close proximity to a Sith longer than we must be."

She steps aside, still on rather high alert, as the other Jedi start to file past her.

Rafiik looks down the hall toward his bag, but thinks better of putting the Sith between himself and the door with Knight Chion watching. "Nine, could you grab my bag for me, please?"

    "Sure thing." He lumbers off.

"...We're hardly going to start randomly slaughtering people now, Knight Chion, we're still in the middle of things.  If you are going to insist on this paranoia then surely you could at least save it for the right time."

"It is precisely because you wouldn't think that now would be the time for an ambush, that I am expecting one."

"...When my mistress plays the knowing you know I know you know game, she wins.  Please take that as a sign that there will be no ambushes today.  The tension is positively clogging this droid's circuits."

"You'd say that whether or not it were true."

"But is this droid lying to you?  You're the Force-Sensitive, you have miraculous truth-divining powers."

...Blast it.

Good grief, whatever happened to 'releasing one's emotions to the Force', she doesn't say because it would undoubtedly cause her to have to play more of her hand than is strategically advisable and she actually wants good relations.  At the same time, could Nine perhaps move faster, please.

The glaring will continue until the Sith cannot threaten her people further.