"You aren't wrong."

The place is not quite a maze, but the path Elleira's guide is taking isn't intuitive. The place is, perhaps, strangely industrial, the walls and doors all plain durasteel, no obvious decorations or trophies.

Almost as though it's not actually inhabited. She is alert to danger, though she tries to make this non-obvious.

Her guide starts humming.

There doesn't appear to be any threat, certainly nothing immediate.

The reach a door that slides open as they approach.

Darth Pyktis has a blaster disassembled in front of her and is poking at the parts thoughtfully.

"Hello."

She looks up. "I trust you didn't have any trouble getting here?"

"None to speak of."

"Good." She pushes herself to her feet. "Did Zash have any holdings you need to consider?"

"An office in the Citadel. A couple active digsites, she was mostly hands-off with those, sent me around to check on them. She spent a lot of time politicking on Dromund Kaas, I don't know exactly what she was doing or what her goals were there."

"I have an agent on the Citadel who handles my own office. She can take over Zash's as well until you can figure out how you're handling it."

"If you're comfortable with that."

"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't. I'll let her know and give you her contact details so you can discuss it with her."

"Thank you."