Joza’s mouth thinned into a firm line as her hands fell away from her body, back straightening as she eyed the mysterious figure in her boutique. Instinct had roused her into being alert and wary, but a deeper application of her senses told her that he was truthful in some respects. At the very least, there was some measure of sincerity about his words.
Despite carrying very much in front, the Zeltron walked towards Rapax. Her arms came to cross tightly across her chest as she drew close, critical gaze seeming to scrutinize every visible feature from the clothing her wore down to the way he held himself. “Oh,” She spoke as she stopped to rest directly in front of him, and perhaps would have gotten closer if not for the big ‘ol baby bump in the way. “I didn’t realize that striking me upside the head with a saber hilt was the key to my freedom. But it did leave a nice little bump, so thank you for that. Much less than what Ax'no left me with, that's for sure.” Everything had happened too fast that day, and it was a time she’d rather not revisit.
“If I recall, it was the Silver Jedi that caused a big enough stir to create an escape, not you who ran off to tango with one.” She paused, squinting as her upper lip lifted in a quasi-snarl. “Weren’t you taken into custody, anyhow?” Exhaling sharply through her nose, she pushed a hand through the crown of her hair and shook her head. “And you, a known conspirator with the One Sith have the stones to come here, in my business, in Silver territory and remind me that you could have…what was it again? Arrest my good friend, the Caprine schutta who…” Glancing towards the anxious associates who had gravitated to the further corners of the room, Joza chose her next words carefully.
“…imprisoned me?” Another sharp exhale, this one moreso in a mock laugh. “Tell me. Tell me why I should trust you. I don’t even know your name.”
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