"- okay."

(She seems a little more relaxed. But only a little.)

Nod. "Is there anything that you'd want from me?"

She considers.

"Could - improve my saber, right materials. 'S... not really the problem, though."

"Yeah, true. Do you have wants besides... that?"

Smirk. "Plenty. But not - things."

"Like what?"

"Freedom. Place've my own. Not - " she looks up at the crowd, for the first time since he's been watching her, and her pupils dilate and her breath deepens and she tenses, just a bit, giving the impression of a cat watching a squirrel just on the other side of a window; it takes a moment for her to snap herself out of it, and another moment to speak again. "Not that."

Felix looks around. "You don't want people around? There are probably three ways I could give you that."

"-dream thing isn't - wouldn't be -" she growls, carefully not at him. "Needs t'be mine," she concludes after another pause.

"When I make a part of my pocket dimension I can't unmake it. And I could make a ship or space station or something that can be somehow removed from the dimension and be yours."

"Our world has spaceships," explains the droid. "That would buy us a little time, but only that -"

"- 'n show my hand. No."

"I can make things off from blueprints from Bar. We can probably find something advanced even for your standards. But one option would be to bring you to my world, give you the ship and let you roam our galaxy - my civilization is still confined to a single planet."

She gestures at the droid. "-explained Sith, right?"

"Yes, I do have a strong preference for you to not... bother people."

"Mm." Frustrated sigh. "Can't promise that."

"I thought you wanted to be alone?"

"Not - doin' great't stopping myself, 'f something draws me."

"What would draw you?"

Shrug. "Bored, curious, need something..."

"If it's a matter of company we could send you people to interact you - er, immortal people. Or just keep you updated with books and what have you?"

"-maybe."

Hesitantly: "Ma'am?"

"Yeah?"