Kuenrai herself had not really done a, see someone when their young and drop in when their older, though the years she had tried to keep her race a secret from those around her, chopping and changing mercenary groups every decade, often going missing for a while and coming back under a new name. The closet example she could find of another person knowing was one of her most recent students, one that was almost a daughter to her, one she trained since very young age. Forging a bond so sight Kurenai came to their rescue after they had become badly wounded behind enemy lines long after she had left their company. The surprised expression on her pupil’s face when they came too, seeing the woman who had almost raised them, still looking the same as the day she left, though they had yet to know, that Kurenai was an energy vampire.
Soon they arrived at smugglers moon, probably one of the planets Kurenai had stayed on the most, and that had changed to lest in the hundreds of years, to a high-end place, the place they arrived in looking sort of a private museum then a functioning hanger bay. She followed behind Sawa as they were greeted by a servant of some kind, though the mention of Sawa other name seemed to spark interest, just how many names did the she goes by? She had her own, but most where code name, her real name not being changed that often.
In time Kurenai’s eyes fell on the Hutt as he approached, the man looking to be in his last 80-90s, maybe even more, with the advances in technology most rich humans could easily live to 150, but something about him seemed familiar... "It seems you have a reputation here, something tells me you did more than your fair share of questionable act to get it too", it was a slightly amusing quip, but no one got to such a position among the Na Shadda VIPs through honest means.