"...depends how it happens."

"Well, I could kill him. For example."

Her hand twitches toward her hip; her body language suggests that this is a threat. "Then you get his stuff; includes me and the other apprentices."

He does not react as though threatened. "That sounds like it'd be a mess."

Shrug. "Less messy than my plan."

"What mess does your plan result in?"

" - assume I get away clean, ship and droid and creds and all. Others'll fight, who gets seen as inheriting. Might try'n schism, might try for other masters - little war, worst case. Couple deaths, probably best. Might not get away clean, either."

"...I'm not totally sure I could improve on that by killing him myself. Or, well. I probably could but it, uh, might end in me ruling a small country or something. And you didn't seem like you preferred it."

"- pinned a lot've my sanity on, goona be my own soon."

"Okay," he says. "Hmm. If you were picking somewhere to go afterward, what would you want it to be like?"

" - alone. Quiet. Not - nowhere; close enough I can get books and things, but - no people, just the droid. And mine."

"I could probably arrange that."

"...not sure what happens if I leave. ...... not sure I care."

"Would it solve your problem if you could just walk out the door and go someplace in my world that fit your criteria?"

"...language. And the droid, but - " she stands, suddenly, goes over to talk briefly to the droid in question, and then approaches the bar. She comes back a minute later, napkin in hand. "Works, yeah. Need sun or something for a generator."

"Sun can be arranged. How much of it?"

Vague hand gesture. "Enough? - like to grow plants with. I can -" another gesture, with a meaning in the vicinity of 'it doesn't matter much'. "Still have my bank account, I can get lots of solar panels."

"Sure, easy."

" - not goona be a problem I might kill anyone bothers me?"

"Well, leaves me with the job of making sure nobody bothers you, but I'm pretty sure I can manage that."

Nod.

"...what's it like?"

"What's what like?"

Handwave. "The place. Should, actually - " she goes and interrupts the droid again, bringing her back this time.

"Hello, sir."

"Hi. My name's Taliar."