@[member="Delila Castillon"]
Siobhan returned the hug, pulling the redhead closer. She seemed tired but looked genuinely happy at the sight of Dells. She chuckled a bit at Delila's comments. "Thanks," she said smiling slightly as she looked at the plant, giving the servant girl a nod to find a place.
"Yeah, things got...heated back on Gehenna. Mountain collapsed, ripped open the floor, almost fell into a pit of lava," she said in a tone that seemed casual tone, though perhaps that was her way of dealing with one of many brushes of death. If it had not been for Maelion she would have been drowned in burning lava. "Still a lot luckier than many of the people we left behind. But the Bando Gora are history at last," she spoke with a note of somberness. The biggest battle the Protecorate had ever fought - but also the bloodiest. Not the cause of triumphalism, perhaps she could already see the clouds darkening.
She noticed the looks Delila was giving the opulent room and looked just a bit embarrassed, flushing slightly. Siobhan was not one of those guilt-tripping 'woe, I am wealthy' types - though the majority of the fortune's was Tegs' - but for a long time her surroundings had been rather humble and spartan. The change had taken some getting used to and even now she felt awkward among the aristos whose galas she was forced to attend to sometimes. There were moments where force choking them seemed like a good idea.
She liked princesses though! Especially Eldorai ones. "We, uh, redecorated. Some time ago," she said a bit lamely. "Enough scars to make you jump the fence?" Siobhan asked innocently. She did like redheads after all, but Delila belonged to that breed that was immune to her 'charms and she had accepted that!' "I look really authoritative with my cane."
"Mistress know she does. She is good at...enforcing her command and control with it!" the blue Twi'lek attendant, making bedroom eyes at Siobhan and Delila, quipped with a slight smirk. Servant girls were always at their best when they were trolling. "Is there anything you and Ms. Castillon need, Mistress? You know you should not exert yourself," she asked with an expression of pure innocence.
"She doesn't fly that way. I've tried in vain," Siobhan said indulgingly. "Some whiskey would be appreciated."
The Twi'lek frowned just a bit, looking critical. "You know Doctor Osway explicitly forbid alcohol while you're recovering."
"Yes, yes, and if I don't behave she'll put me in a floral dress and force me to use eye shadow," Siobhan dismissed her claims with a wave of her hand. "Now be a dear," she gave the attendant a wink and
"Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress. Call me if you need a massage. I shall bring these somewhere suitable," the Twi'lek spoke in an exaggeratedly submissive tone, causing Siobhan to make a mental note that she needed some...correction - of course, this was all consensual - but servant girls that were sassy were always the best, indicating the stardurst plant Delila had so thoughtfully provided. Siobhan led Delila over to a fancy couch, or rather limped towards it, though when other attendants seemed to make a move to help she dismissed them with an impatient wave so that they were alone. She looked a bit strained, but she was loathe to admit weakness though it was clearly evident that she was not in combat form. A holopic of Tegaea Alcori could be made out above the fireplace, which seemed to be mainly there for effect.
"So how you been? Haven't seen you since...your job changed. Why do I get the feeling you've made producers of explosive ordinance very happy?" she said. If she had heard about Rebel activities she was not directly referencing them. Siobhan was not one for discretion and the attendants were reliable, but she had enough sense to know that Delila might not want to talk about certain things relating to the Rebellion - and that it might not be in her best interests to know, much as she would like to swap stories about explosions!
