Amused huff. "You've changed a lot from that little girl tagging behind my old friend, dearie."

Hum. "Such things are harder to notice from the inside..."

"Many things are. People and events alike."

"What do you make of recent... events, Maz?"

Hum. "A long discussion. Not one for the bar, I think."

"Do you still have those private rooms upstairs?"

"I do." She picks up her drink and hops down off her stool, before leading the way up. 

Upstairs it is. (It's a good sign Maz is willing to relocate, she thinks.)

"So... You had questions for me?" she asks once they're alone.

"More of a hope for assistance, really."

Her gaze cuts over to where Anakin is hovering quietly. "You have your work cut out for you."

"At least now I know it is front of me."

"I can't fight the Republic for you - but I can help you all the same."

"We're... not looking to jump back into a war."

"I'd hope not - but the war might come for you anyways."

"Perhaps. It would be nice to find some peace before it does."

"That I can help with."

"Thank you, Maz."

"You want a place to stay, a ship, and some work, then?"

"That would be the short of it."

" - And people for me to talk to."

"Most won't see you," she says, almost gently. 

"I can use Elesse's body. So just - I want to be around people who won't. Notice or care who she is."

Hum. "Entirely doable - that's why I built this little bar."

"You'll let us return?"