A very tall Mandalorian woman is staring at the twi'lek, with something like motherly concern. 

She is also rolling her eyes-

-as the zabrak next to her clearly makes some kind of joke. Not well received. 

She smiles, a bit.

She likes people. Even when they're being silly or weird.

Bastila has found a terminal, and makes a call. 

"Bas, thank the Force-"

A small hand tugs on Ri-Sei's elbow. 

She turns.

The twi'lek looks up at her, furrow in her brow. "You saw me."

"Yeah. You're hiding from someone?"

"I'm hiding from everyone. But you saw me. That means you're force sensitive. But like, in a big way. More than Kaz."

"What if I am?"

The girl's eyes widen. "You are? Me too! Kyn has been trying to find me a teacher, but it's dangerous because-" the girl clamps her mouth shut. "I shouldn't be talking so much."

" - I bet could teach you a few things, at least."

“That would be so cool, but I don’t know if Kyn would like that.”

"Well, I don't think it'd hurt for me to tell you what I can while you're here before we go our separate ways, and then you'll have at least some training."

The girl’s eyes widen. “Really? Oh my stars, that would be-“

“Who are you? What are you doing?” The Mandalorian is suddenly behind the girl, staring daggers at Ri-Sei. 

“Mum, it’s okay, she can see me!”

“Can she.”

The woman pulls the twi’lek close to her, glaring at Ri-Sei harder. 

“Come on, Fett, we talked about this. People skills, remember? Do we need to practice some more?”

The zabrak pops up on the other side, smiling at Ri-Sei charmingly. His body, however, is angled protectively towards the girl. 

"I can see her, yes, and she can see me. She's a good kid, and could use training, it seems."

“She’s fine without.”

“For fucks sake- Kyn, can we not cause fights everywhere we go?” The zabrak says with fond exasperation.

He turns to Ri-Sei, looking apologetic. “Please excuse my cyborg friend, she was raised by rancors. Kazlath Sang,” he says, and holds out his hand. 

"I'm Ri-Sei. And I don't mind," she says, shaking his hand. "It's good to be protective."

Kaz turns her hand over, and kisses the back of it, winking as he lets it go. “There’s protective, and then there’s Kyn. Makes the poor girl wear a stealth generator everywhere.”