Plagueis ignores her and keeps slashing at Tiin.

Two Jedi step in the way, and the other three arrive behind him. He can't actually beat six of the galaxy's top Jedi in a lightsaber fight, no matter what Force shenanigans he's pulling.

"...Well.  So be it.  I won't summarily destroy your research, should you arrange for a copy to make it into my hands in some manner, but that's all I can commit to, given the way this situation is currently going."

And Kina lets go, and pushes the Sith Lord away.

Plagueis is now alone, and seething. Even under the JEDI excuse for "ethics," you can kill someone who struck at you first! Fine. He doesn't need the pathetic girl, he'll handle this himself. He'll call Sidious and tell him that the next Jedi on the kill list is Saesee Tiin.

(Half an hour or so later he will be calm enough to realize that approximately zero of his previous statements made sense.)

"That went excitingly wrong!  On the plus side, maybe he's angry enough to do something that we can catch him at, because frankly I almost thought he'd listen to me and then he didn't; his rationality was gone and might remain so for a while.  Be careful, and assume he's trying to kill you, personally, now.  ...You alright, Master Yoda?"

Yoda's dazed, but he manages to snap out of it. "Concerning, that was. Unsure I am, of how the Sith Lord could touch us. If kill us at any time he could, already dead would we all be. A trap planted in the Force, perhaps, at the scene of Qui-Gon's death? Beyond even my power, that would be. Suggest, I do, that we avoid these visions." He sighs. "A report, I will want. Over your conversation and battle, a fog was."

"What did you do?" shouts Tiin at Kina.

"Save your life when you messed up my plan to gather intelligence on him by giving the Sith Lord a reason to be angry instead of amused.  You know how there's this neat little voice in your head that screams danger at you sometimes?  Next time the Force tells you that you're going to kriffing die if you do a thing, maybe listen to it!"

"Now.  Yes.  Let's do a report."  Kina pulls out a voice recorder and, after a minute's deep breaths, calms herself enough to start dictating the conversation she had with the Sith Lord, Force-assistedly close to verbatim, in an even tone.

She also checks her braid.

Yoda listens through the report. "Rest, we can now. Tired, we all are." Or possibly he's the only one who's tired. Oh, well. He waves goodbye, and they exit.

Kina's honestly pretty tired too, so...she's just going to sit here for a bit.  She has a few initial impressions, but none of them are the sort she expects to be unable to rederive.  "I think the Muun's non-Sith identity is likely to be a public figure in his own right, because he expected to be known and recognized by name" is about the most important thought she's had, and she wrote that down.

Three days later, the funeral for Qui-Gon Jinn begins.

Obi-Wan is there, standing beside the strategically arranged half of a body, finding himself in tears as he watches Yoda light the pyre. He shakes his head, and wonders why none of this feels real.

Kina's standing next to him, and while she's trying to support her fellow Padawan, she's letting the tears flow too.

She only knew Qui-Gon for a few days, but she knows, deep in her bones, that he would have been a very good Master, would have taught her much, had the capability not been taken from him by the various Sith Lords' machinations.

She doesn't think he's dead-dead.  She doesn't think that that matters as much as she'd like it to, with his lifeless body there in front of them.

She's still holding tight to his kyber crystal, like it's a promise he swore and she's holding him to it.

There's one guest at this funeral who isn't a Jedi, at least, not anymore. When Kina turns around, he's there at the coffin. He gives a curt nod to Yoda, who turns away, before exchanging a glance with Obi-Wan. There's a lot that he wants to say, but none of it seems right.

And so Count Dooku waits, and watches his apprentice turn to ash.