Plan F would have gone so, so badly, yes.

"I'm not surprised; he was sleeping here for a few nights before you came, so he would have known it wasn't normal. I really am fine," she directs at him.

"I can tell," he nods. "What happened, anyway? If you don't mind telling us, I mean."

"Sure. When I'm Light, I'm not really skipping having emotions, I'm just putting them off, and then they come in all at once afterward. Usually it's not a problem, I only go Light in controlled circumstances and usually not for very long, but it turns out that meeting five Jedi at once is kind of terrifying." She gives them a wry grin about it.

"...Likewise, really."  He seems to be thinking.

"I must admit that I find myself sharing in Padawan Vidarra's concern for your wellbeing, with that information.  That's not...  Supposed to be, orthopraxically speaking, how the Light works - A Jedi is not supposed to suppress their emotions under any circumstance, but - acknowledge and release them to the Force."

"It's not uncharacteristic of the Dark, especially, it wouldn't surprise me if it's something to do with crossing that border. But it wouldn't surprise me if I'm doing something wrong on the Light side of things, either, I haven't exactly had any training, or even much chance to experiment with it."

"...no, you wouldn't have, would you.  If you'd like, I see no reason we couldn't provide you some basic instructional material on Light-Side meditation.  It's nothing anyone couldn't look up from the Republic's holonet, but it's probably better than nothing."

"I'd appreciate that, thank you."

There doesn't seem to be anybody rushing to start the next bit of conversation, at the moment.  "...I think we may have run out of small talk; I keep thinking I should ask about the weather, except we're in space.  You want to get to know us, yes?  How about we do - question for question?"

"Sure; I can start, if you're having trouble coming up with something." She pauses to think. "I've always wondered what rumors you tell each other about us, I'm sure the ones we tell about you aren't even half right, but that seems like too big a topic. Maybe, hmm - oh, I know. What's the deal with natural kyber crystals? I know you go to a lot of trouble to keep them away from us, but I've seen a few, and they don't seem any better than the artificial ones."

There is a brief trading of looks - some almost confused - before Knight Khotar clears his throat.

"Mmm.  There's two parts to this one.  Part the first: Some Jedi are quite convinced that natural is good, and therefore get...  Invested in denying the boogeyman anything 'good'.  Part the second: Bled crystals - the thing where Sith 'break' naturally occurring crystals to their will, yes? - are an absolute travesty, from our perspective."

"Huh, fair enough. I was one of our better lightsaber engineers back in the day, is why I ask; other Sith would bring their trophies to me when they wanted something custom designed for them. I've been wondering about it for twenty years now."

"...How does one even begin to be remotely trusted to do that?  I'm, honestly, quite surprised that any given Sith would trust a lightsaber they hadn't personally constructed.  It seems too viable an opportunity for sabotage.  ...Which is probably why it isn't, come to think... It's too obvious."

"Oh, we never touch each others' lightsabers, I'd give them a blueprint and instructions and they'd do the construction themselves. It's still theoretically possible to sneak something in that way, but much harder. Especially since part of the service was constructing my own copy from the blueprint while they watched, if they wanted me to, and lighting it."

Daisy brings the first batch of pancakes over while Pradnakt is speaking, distributing half the plates starting at the far end of the lounge from her and then the second half beginning with her; everyone's plate is exactly as ordered, with Jayn's sampler consisting of one of everything everyone else got, plus cinnamon swirled orange, almond butter swirled chocolate with chocolate chips, plain chocolate with a gooey orange chocolate center, and orange tisa berry with his initial on top in chocolate batter.

Oh, that's neat.  "My compliments to the chef, these were positively inspired."

After a few bites of pancake, though, he has a question.  "...Say, what's the weirdest 'saber you've ever been asked to design?  If that's not, classified or something."

"Oh, good question. For lightsabers I was asked to make the weirdest was probably the neurally linked throwing 'saber I did once; I had a few people come through wanting custom designs after they'd gotten cyborg limbs but that Lord was really leaning into it and wanted a bunch of extra features that they could activate remotely, too, like a caltrop mode. For ones I made at all, probably the one where I was playing around with blade diffusion, it'd cut out if you looked at it the wrong way but the blade pull was so smooth, it was unreal." Nom.

"It's fine if you accidentally ask me something classified, by the way. I won't answer - or, I might, the Council isn't going to start an inquisition over it if you learn two words of Sith sign language you didn't already know. But if I don't want to tell you I just won't, I won't get offended."

"Told you all I wasn't going to be the only one to make technology their own," Knight Khotar mutters at no-one in particular.  (Though, it should be noted, he doesn't quite have a saber like that one.  He has rather different priorities.)

"...The battle sign, or - it's a proper language?  Interesting.  We do have a signed version of our own Force tongue, of course we do - but it's not particularly related to the Republic's field signals we've adopted."

"It is, yeah. Most of us don't know the full language, just the battle subset, but it's not a separate thing. And I'm fluent, it's actually my language of choice."

Ries nods.  "We would offer to work with that preference, but if knowing too much gets the Dark Council involved, it's rather a health and safety issue, so I hope you do not mind that we continue to speak Basic."

"Yeah, absolutely, nobody wants that. They keep it under tighter wraps than the spoken language since it being less common means it's safer for classified communication, if you turned up with a dictionary I'd have half the Council wanting my head." She goes to take a bite, but pauses. "I think it's my turn for a question, again - is 'how is healing integrated into things over there' too broad? I wonder sometimes what it'd be like if I'd been born on that side of the border."

"Healing is...  A vocation, like any other.  There's a Medical Corps; if you wish to avoid the war, you go there.  If you want to spit in the war's teeth by saving as many as possible, you train as a Knight, too."

"...Do Sith have medics?"

"We hire mundanes for it sometimes. I don't think there's anything specific stopping a Sith from picking up the skill but I've never heard of one, there's no obvious application that a few anatomy classes wouldn't cover." She's going to pretend Grauzatis never existed, for the moment.

The conversation gets worryingly close to petering out, but Knight Khotar slips a word in edgewise.  "If I might be permitted a bit of a brain-twister, and to move out of turn - though I don't think we're doing that so strictly -

"I find myself wondering, what's the question you most expect us to ask?  Or perhaps the question you think we should be asking, since we're asking eachother questions?"