He followed her when told and sat when prompted. He let his senses take in the gardens around and took a moment to orient himself within the area. Escape routes and evasion areas were immediately discerned within the garden while more were mentally mapped from what the man remembered of the route inside and the various side paths, doors, and routes that were nearby their previous path. He also planned an attack on the woman before him in detail, though doubted such would be required. She was here to teach him, after all, though in his line of work, both past and, hopefully, present, it never hurt to be prepared. In fact, failure of proper preparedness was what got you killed.
"You tattoo yourself," he stated blandly. Informatively. "Hands are most visible. Feet less. Assuming you follow the majority of those who have tattoos applied to their flesh, your arms as well. Legs are a possibility, though that is a lower chance. Those with leg and calf tattoos wear shorter clothing. Shorts, skirts. Those things."
Sicarius continued, his eyes barely moving. He was operating only on what he was able to study of her, both visually and in the Force, until she asked her question. Minute details were his job. To miss one small item, one small telltale, often meant success or failure.
"You're tired. Not exhausted, but you're no stranger to such levels. Able to complete your tasks, but weary. At your core. The kind of fatigue that takes more than a rest to recover from. Fatigue that only meditation and time can resolve. Your hands are not rough from work, but nor are they a stranger to it. Your mannerisms and speech show education and learning. Your bearing and attitude speak volumes. If I were to guess, I would say you're a researcher. Not a scientist, at least in the sense of labs and chemistry. A chronicler, perhaps, or an archaeologist. Your bearing towards others as well as your age tell me more, as does your gait. You're a mother of at least one, perhaps two. Your lack of gray hair or crows feet along with your age - between thirty and thirty three from my estimate - tells me they are cared for by another, under the care of the state, or that they can care for themselves. The first two are more likely, the third is a slim possibility, though a possibility all the same. Your stance and your body movements tell me you drain yourself or have sustained lasting injuries. From how you move your body I would think injury, but your limbs show less injury and more fatigue when they move. The same fatigue I mentioned earlier. As I cannot determine one or the other solely, I must infer that both are to blame. Your presence in the Force and the lack of wear on your hands tells me that the fatigue and drain are Force related, while the injuries are likely similar, or at least a mix of both Force and physical damage. Your attitude is arrogant, but kind in its way. Your tone tells me you are dedicated to teaching, yet feel that your way is looked down upon. Considering you are a Jedi, this must mean that those above you believe your teachings to be contradictory to the code, but seeing that you are still a Jedi and hold your title, this means they see it less as contradictory and more akin to troublemaking. However, because they allow you students, this means that despite your more... unorthodox teachings, you teach well. Or, at least, better than most."
After speaking, he was quiet for a moment. He stared at her blankly from under his hood, his eyes betraying no emotion, no intent, just staring quietly. Eventually, the ghost of humor blew over his features like the slightest smoke on the wind.
"I am Sicarius."
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