"Everyone you meet might be agents for them!"

"I had a good feeling about them. Especially the kid."

"Kid?"

"A force sensitive girl spotted me. She was hiding, too, but doesn't have much training. The other two were watching over her."

Bastila's hand is a vice grip around her wrist as she pulls Ri-Sei into the nearest alley. "Someone saw you!?"

She yanks her hand back. "Just the one girl. She's fine."

"You don't understand the danger we're in-"

"Then tell me."

"I-" Bastila's anger seems to halt, and turn to shame. "I...there's-"

She rests a hand on Bastila's arm. "You can tell me, whatever it is."

No, she can't. 

"We can't be too careful, Ri."

"I don't think the girl was a threat."

"It's about the people the girl could bring. We risked enough summoning my master-"

"I don't think she'll talk about me."

"Well, I'm so glad that you think that," Bastila sneers.

She crosses her arms, posture closing in. "We already established she doesn't know who I am, whoever that is. I'm just - Ri-Sei, random traveling Force sensitive."

"People who know who you are don't care who you are now!"

"But who I am now is who I am to her, and is who she'll talk about if she does."

"You don't know that!"

A spike of pure fear thrills through the bond, giving Ri-Sei an image of someone in black robes...with an odd mask covering their face. 

She flinches a bit. "What - was that?"

"Nothing!" Bastila snaps. 

She then turns away, pressing her hands to her temples. She takes a few deep breaths, and then turns back. "A memory. It was a memory. Of someone I admired, who turned to my enemy."

"...Oh. I'm sorry."

Bastila...can’t have this conversation. It’s overwhelming she almost feels sick.

 “We should go. We should stay hidden. And hope your new friends don’t sell us out.”

She nods, slowly.

"Where are we hiding?"

"There's a slum, in the lower levels. We'll take a taxi. Come with me."

She leads the way, trying to stay calm, while her heart beats frantically.