if they're watching anyways
The waiting wasn't that bad.
As with most important folk in any nation, meetings weren't scheduled for a specific time -- Auteme had been given a window in which she was supposed to be present and waiting to enter the Chancellor's office for her meeting. It was for his safety, obviously. Her window had started two hours ago. Fortunately the HoloNet connection in the Senate building was the fastest on Coruscant, so Auteme was able to do some light research and update the bibliography for her near-finished paper on Ithorian physiology that was due in two weeks.
The research served to calm her down as well. This was meant to be important, after all; she was meeting with the head of state of the Galactic Alliance to discuss a potential position as a liaison to the Senate from the Jedi Order. She was still too young to hold any kind of official position -- or so she thought -- so it'd likely be more of an internship. It'd have to fit in with her classes and her work as a Jedi, though to be fair her work as a Jedi wasn't really anything. Unlike Ryv she had no duties to do anything other than... general Jedi things.
When he'd told her about his recommendation of her to Emmen Tagge, she'd freaked out a bit -- her, working for the Chancellor? She'd never had a real job before. Or an internship. But given a bit of time to mull it over, she thought she could do some good. Past Galactic Alliances and Republics had often been rife with corruption; if she could help keep things from falling that way, she'd do it. The other Jedi were all off fighting or doing much more important work, and this made Auteme feel like she could make a major change in the galaxy for once... even if she probably wouldn't be talking at meetings of the Senate.
What if Tagge had his own ambitions and tried to use her as a pawn in some political game? Would the Jedi be drawn into politics as they had been in the past? Or worse -- what if Chancellor Tagge didn't like her and kicked her out?
Her thoughts were interrupted as a pair of guards approached, one speaking: "The Chancellor will see you now." The padawan quickly packed up her notes and datapad, then followed the guards to the Chancellor's office.
The guards left her at the door, and as she hit the button to open it she suddenly realized she had no idea what to do with her hands. Where should she put them? She didn't have pockets. Should she just stuff her hands in her bag? Try to hide them in her sleeves? Oh, all of this was going so wrong already, and...
The door opened, and Auteme stepped inside, taking a moment to observe the office before walking towards the large desk near the center and bowing her head to the Chancellor. "Good afternoon, Chancellor Tagge." Her hands had found their place at her sides, seemingly natural and comfortable.