"You're welcome, ma'am," she says with a soft smile.

Smile.

Smile.

(She's going to have a lot to think about while Skywalker sleeps, won't she...)

Skywalker sleeps very well that night, so.

Good.

Of course, despite their newly discovered cause for hedonism, there are still lessons to be had... Though Anakin would understand if Skywalker wants a day off, all things considered. 

Better to stick to the routine.

Fair.

And teaching Skywalker is fun.

It's her charming personality.

Her excellence all around, especially as a student.

Exactly.

- Normally, she'd be happy to flirt all day, but, she tenses suddenly, attention drawn toward the outside of the cabin - 

She stretches out her own awareness.

There's someone very dangerous coming up the drive!

And some more dangerous someones a bit behind. Two are in the woods, the other five - no, six or seven, though two are weird - are a bit delayed on the road behind the closest danger.

"-The Nine."

Something has definitely alarmed her! 

But - "The who?"

"Slaughterhouse Nine. A cape gang, serial killers, mass murderers, torturers. A step below the Endbringers on people you don't want to invite to your city."

She's not going to be thinking clearly, she shouldn't make major decisions here like 'fuck pacifism.' (And - Anakin herself is, to the fully informed, possibly a step above the Endbringers on people you don't want in your city, but she doesn't regret killing Palpatine in the slightest, so clearly some people are exceptions - )

But.

She doesn't need to make a reasoned decision to know - "I won't let them hurt you, no matter what."

"They're here to recruit me. -Or, the Keres."

"...Ah."

"Yeah."

- And there's a knock on the front door. A rather polite one, even.

Skywalker summons her shades and-

Before she would have blasted the door and probably that whole half of the cabin. Now...

She reaches out to tug the door open from a distance.

It reveals Jack Slash. Who else?

She steps inside, grinning pretty broadly. (She doesn't see Anakin, of course.)

"Good morning," she says. "You've become a somewhat hard woman to find."

"That was the idea."

"Having trouble with the heat from the white hats, were you?"