She'll head over, then. When she gets close enough, she bows; "Hello, Master Lyo, may I ask you a question?"

"The kobold. Yes, of course."

"The Sith's lightsaber - who has it? They'd like it back, when they're moved again and can have it."

"We put it in one of the strongrooms, for safe-keeping. It will be easy enough to retrieve."

She nods. "Can we get it tonight? I expect to be moving them tomorrow before lunch."

"We can." He stands up to return his tray.

And the kobold follows.

He leads her to a very solid-looking door, near the library. He stands before it briefly and doesn't obviously do anything, but the door swings open. Lyo retrieves the Sith's lightsaber from one of the shelves and hands it off to the kobold.

"Here you go."

"Thank you," she bows, and then tucks the weapon carefully into one of her belt pouches, which seems like it should be too small to hold it but doesn't even bulge when she's done.

"I'd tell you to be careful, but from what I gather you are exceptionally responsible."

This gets a grin. "I try to be, anyway."

He inclines his head to her. "May the Force be with you, kobold."

He sets off down the hall.

And she teleports off to get ready for bed.

Come morning, Ana is in the cafeteria chatting with one of her friends.

The kobold approaches from the far side of the table and bows to the pair. "Good morning."

"Hiii! This is my friend Kira! Kira, this is the kobold."

"Charmed, I'm sure. Ana was saying you know a good place to fly?"

The kobold nods, grinning, and sits across from them. "I was assuming Milliways, but if you have something in mind you'd like to try I can probably find someplace good for it."

"I haven't been flying since I was thirteen and stole a jetpack on Nar Shaddaa. Anywhere we don't have to dodge airtrucks is fine by me."

"Milliways should be fine, then. And we can stay for dinner," she nods to Ana.

"Cool. You know where to find me, Ana. Don't be late." She glares.

Ana tosses up her hands in protest. "I am never!"

Kira grins, and tosses a wave as she leaves.

The kobold giggles, and blips herself and her tray across the table to her usual seat.

Tactical error! Now she's within hugging range! Hug!

Oh noooooo, the horror, the terror!