"I'd be interested in those another day, too."

"Then, another day.  You have my schedule.  Honestly even if you didn't I would likely appreciate the opportunity to escape the bureaucratic hell I have trapped myself in for a moment, however willingly I did so."

"Of course. I am interested, just - " glance - "I'll explain that another day, too."

"I think you could do it now, if you want to."

"All right. That's - part of how I survived Pritruth, I trained myself to defer to Daisy's judgement when I'm impaired - interacting with the Force this way limits my emotional range, and emotions that I can't experience now are deferred to the transition back."

"Oh.  I had thought, but not been quite so sure - well, then, I certainly sha'n't draw this out any further.  It would likely be rather unkind of me."

There is a distinct tinge of worry-concern-compassion that even she cannot keep out of her Force presence at this information.

"It's really not nearly as bad as the old version," she says, heading for the door. "But I'd still rather avoid anything as intense as working with explosives, and I have no idea what would happen if I tried to spar this way. We should find out, probably, if the version I wind up with still has this sort of problem."

She nods.

"I'll - Elcie, could you put together - the charges that the people who make those things prefer, are by necessity stable against all but certain specific stimuli.  They don't want spontaneous detonations about as much as we don't.  In a pinch you can use one of the common ones as a cooking fire.  But yes, best not, not now.  Too many uncontrolled variables to be going and experimenting."

"I don't think I'm unsafe to work with explosives like this, actually. I just don't want to think about the context of them more than I have to, I'll regret that later."

"Ah.  Should have figured."

Pradnakt nods, and pauses at the door to make sure they're done discussing sensitive topics before they go back out into relative public.

They're done, yes.

"Would you rather we walk you to the exit or you make your own way out?  I think I just felt Elcie deciding that I am not going to be permitted putting off the various holocrons I 'should eventually get around to making' any longer."

"You did, ma'am."

"We can make our own way. And be back tomorrow for sparring and so on, if you'd like."

"Then we shall see you then."

"Yes."

She leads Daisy on a slightly more scenic and public route on the way back rather than taking the most direct one; does anything interesting happen on the way?

Not particularly, unless Daisy doesn't draw - admiration as a work of art - wherever she goes.  One of the Mandalorians they pass sees Daisy and then pauses to stare through Pradnakt contemplatively.  (Benignly, without even the common overtone of battle-lust that Mandalorian mercenaries tend to have, but contemplatively.)

People are usually more circumspect about it, at least, especially when they notice that she's escorted by a Sith.

Pradnakt reacts to the Mandalorian's attention with a contemplative moment of her own. Do you think you'd mind if I took up armor decorating as an art form? she signs. I'd avoid the flower motif, of course.

    I'd like to see that.

They're hardly staring or anything.  ...Okay, the one Mandalorian is staring, but Kalbetis' people do rather live circumspectly by default.  It's mostly only Force-obvious.

...The Mandalorian that was staring - armor a lovely shade of blue, bearing a hammer insignia in relief on their pauldron, which Pradnakt has not seen on any of the others - seems faintly pleased by something they must have seen in Pradnakt's reaction, but they don't seem to know enough - or any - Sith sign to decode the conversation that followed, or they would be much more smug.

Well she's not going to make the offer right here in front of everyone, especially when she's already fairly busy with other projects. She moves on, and comes back the next day at the time Daisy and Elcie have agreed on.

Pradnakt's arrival at the designated drill space finds her met with a small tray with holocrons - of an unusual shape, neither the triangular pyramids standard of Sith devices nor the cubic holocrons of the Jedi but instead a shape mathematicians describe as a cuboctahedron, which alternates triangles and squares - and a set of gloves with some sort of tracking sensors built into them, presumably the device for sign capture.

Kalbetis is rather busy weathering a storm, herself - turning what is quite clearly a duellist's blade by its construction into the instrument of a blast-deflection technique almost completely unrelated to Soresu that will, nonetheless, clear a path through blasterfire as she advances into its teeth.

You would think that it would be harder to forget how terrifying Sith can be, and yet. (She's not scared; she's reasonably confident at this point that Kalbetis won't have the stomach to attack her first. But anyone on the receiving end of that would be right to be.) She ignores the trayful of tech to watch, and hands her cloak off to Daisy and starts in on some stretches when the Darth seems to be winding down.

(Kalbetis is hardly a stranger to the general act of killing someone before they have an opportunity to kill you.  It is, however, true enough that Kalbetis has a general policy of not undercutting, backstabbing, or frontstabbing her allies, without dire need and an explanation, because an ally is not, as most Sith would tell you, just another enemy that you kind of like.  The strength of your allies is your strength, just as your strength is your allies' strength.)

Apparently Kalbetis has just enough attention spare to flick an empathic welcome in Pradnakt's direction as she settles in to watch, but little else, at least not until the exercise ends with Kalbetis' being overwhelmed by weight of fire - a particularly well-synchronized volley of blasts from all directions sneaks too many shots through, and while Kalbetis is not stupid enough to rely only on her blade, neither is she wearing something that would class as heavy armor.

"Ah, hello, Lord Pradnakt," she says, taking a cooldown lap as she rehydrates.  "It's good to see you."