Just as she's turning: "Does Shmi Skywalker know she's being haunted?"

She stops, turning to look at him, a bit surprised.

She tilts her head, examining him, then - "Depends. How can you see me?"

"You're not the only person with your abilities."

She peers at him more intently.

"Are you a demon too?"

He turns and sits down, back to the alley walls, and consider this.  "Don't think I've ever been called a demon, no."

She sits down across from him, grinning. "What are you then? I'm a demon, not just a seer - I don't got a father. No one agrees if I'm a desert spirit or a the rebirth of a murdered kid or what."

"I'm a Jedi.  You don't have a father?"

"I guess you could say the desert is my father." She settles into a story-telling voice. "Years ago, she was part of a group of slaves being transported through the desert - their transport crashed, and the masters died, but the slaves survived. Mom led them out of the desert with no water or food, weary and barefoot, through storm and flame - she'd had a vision, the longest of her life, and she'd seen the stars guiding her way even though the sky was clouded. She let herself be recaptured, but the others melted into the desert like a mirage."

"She wasn't pregnant at the checkup before - but she was at the end, and she denies ever sleeping with anyone."

"I haven't heard of Jedi."

"That's an intriguing tale," he says.  "And you're a compelling storyteller."

"A Jedi is someone who tries to follow the will of the Force, which is a field of energy and thought and intention that stretches across the entire galaxy.  We try to protect and uplift the downtrodden, and preserve peace, wherever we can."

"I have a quiet friend who guides me and tells me how to get things done," she says after a moment. "I dunno if it's in the whole galaxy or just Tatooine. But 'energy and thought and intention' sounds like it."

"I'm going to free all the slaves. That's what demons do, usually, though most don't manage 'all.'"

"Many Jedi think of the Force as a friend, or guide, or mentor," Qui-Gon says.  "I count myself one of them.  Freeing slaves is a worthy goal, and one I intend to work toward myself while I'm here."

"What're your plans?"

"My plans are still under construction," he says.  "What are yours?"

"I'm going to kill all the slavers."

"On the planet?" he says.  "In the entire galaxy?"

Laugh. "I'll start with the city."

He considers this.

"I don't think many people in the Republic would blame you," he says amicably.  "But I believe I can free this city without using violence at all."

"Oh?"

"It may be more difficult, in some ways," he says.  "But I think it's worth protecting the lives of even very evil people, where you can."

She shrugs. "They don't protect our lives."

"That's why many people in the Republic wouldn't blame you," he says.

"How would you even get them to stop without killing them, anyways? Buying slaves off them just gives them more money to buy more slaves later."

"Suppose you and I run a con together," he says.

"What kind of con?"

"Oh, I can think of several," he says, and strokes his goatee.  "...One thing young untrained Force-users often find is that they are very good at piloting speeders or starfighters.  Both require fast reflexes and an ability to focus on many different things at once, which Force-senses can help with.  Has this been your experience?"