Maintaining a nonchalant gate, Orion walked with a small skip to his step and a small box in hand, clasping the box by its small handle. The positivity infectious as he shot finger guns at a passerby or two. Or it would have been infectious had those Jedi returned the finger guns back instead of giving him confused looks.
Entering the conference room as it slid open, Orion immediately carried the same energy into the room with a small spin, letting his robes float and flutter about him, before coming to a stop and sliding up towards the conference room table. Immediately, Orion set the box down and opened it as he unfolded its structure entirely, lying it out flat on the table. Inside, there were all manner of treats, mainly different flavors of donut holes, a few different small breakfast sandwiches, and two pairs of travel cups. One pair filled with coffee and the other with tea, in case the woman before him had her fill of coffee already.
"What a wonderful morning this is, am I right?" Orion gestured out through the window Master Ryiah stood near,
"Mornings like these always remind to treat myself to a good breakfast. Here, you should treat yourself too."
Rubbing his hands together, his hands briefly waved a hand to the different food items.
"I hope you're not allergic to anything. Here's the tea and here's the coffee," Orion pointed out which was which before grabbing himself a sandwich and taking a bite for himself.
Sitting in one of the chairs, Orion spun around once and then twice before kicking his feet up on the table, leaning as far back as he could. Pointing at Master Ryiah with a sandwich before pointing again a little lower, right to where she would have been holding the files, Orion's smile grew, showcasing a few too many teeth for it to be a normal smile.
"I see you're already on a first name basis with me, but I'm yet to be on a first name basis with you," Orion chastised, absolutely glowing as he teased his fellow Jedi,
"Trust me, I would save those for a rainy late afternoon read rather than as a breach of privacy and trust. Although, they do tend to exaggerate the details in those a lot."
Orion closed his eyes and shrugged, smirking as he continued to delight in teasing her further. Just a little. Not everyday a Jedi Knight catches a Jedi Master with her hand in the cookie jar.
"So I guess I shouldn't mind too much if it puts me in a fanciful light for you, Ms. Ryiah."
Even if it is for good reason to have her hand in said cookie jar. He knew how these things worked after all. The Jedi had archives and the Masters were allowed the maximum clearance to peruse those files. It only made him wonder why she had gone through the trouble of looking at his file rather than talking or meeting with him first. A time restriction or schedule conflict? Or was there something about the case that required he should be reviewed without his knowledge?
Or perhaps she had been a little too curious about him. He was not sure if he could have blamed her there.
Opening his eyes, Orion wondered how she would handle his rather casual if slightly inquiring introduction—inquiring through his teasing and words to watch her every move and reaction as to what kind of person she was. Smiling and taking another bite of his sandwich before leaning forward, Orion placed a free hand on the casefiles on the conference room table, spreading it out and flipping a page. A nonchalant and vague look hung about his eyes, as if he was observing with little interest, but there was a hint of curiosity—no matter how morbid it may appear in this line of work—as he turned another page.
Before casting a glance at Ryiah to take the lead here. He had already said his piece, for now.
Your turn.
Orion Pavond
