He nods, and motions for Brin to follow.

Okay. Follow.

"Well I hope we don't die," he says casually as he resumes the tour.

"That would be good."

"Mmhm. I somehow think it'll be harder than just counting on Lord Occlus's protection."

"Probably. Are you any good in a fight?"

"Yeah. I'm not like brilliant or anything but I was a Jedi before turning cloak and I trained."

"You were a Jedi?"

"Yeah. Wasn't a happy one, but yeah."

"How did you meet Lord Occlus?"

"She needed an artefact that was in my academy. I needed out."

"You don't seem more like a Sith than you do a Jedi."

"I'm not sure I seem like anything."

"Do you want to spar?"

"I'd love to."

"Cargo hold?"

"Sounds good." To the cargo hold.

There's enough open space here to move.

Brin takes a position across from Rafa, unlit saber held vertical in front of her chest.

He doesn't have a double saber so his position is more conventional.

Once he's in place, she brings her hands down to her side and snaps a quick bow, then slides her left foot forwards and angles her shoulders, lightsaber igniting.

...well that's cool as heck. He tries to mimic that.

"Keep your weight balanced."

He tries that.

"Good." And then she flows into a gentle sequence of attacks.

Rafa is less gentle, but he presses the offensive less—he's more about parrying and trying to use his opponent's momentum against them.