Keira Priest
The Iron
It had only been a few days since Keira was promoted to her new position as Secretary within the Red Ravens, and she was still adjusting to the idea of it all. But she hadn't been allotted much time to really get used to things, as she was arranged to meet a new recruit, [member="Linx Darlko"], in just a few minutes. That was one aspect she had a feeling she would never fully adjust to, the more or less diplomatic side. Being one accustomed to fighting her way through any problems, her social skills in a formal situation were in need of refining, something she was perfectly aware of.
Her lightsaber was currently on the desk between this or that pile of books that she'd been sifting through earlier, being set aside due to posing no real use to her. Besides, it was something she didn't feel necessary to hide from the new member of the criminal syndicate, as they'd likely be working together eventually somewhere along the line. Besides, she was already well aware of a few key points about him, so she figured it was only fair.
To pass the time she was currently attempting to reorganize her desk, a few of the stacks of books having reached precarious height and in need of being returned to their spot on the shelf. And the way she saw it, there was a hard and an easy way to do things. She was always one to go about things the easier way, so that was what she chose. So she sat at her desk, reshelving the books via aid of the Force, keeping those she deemed necessary and doing away with the others. It was an unorthodox tactic, but one that sufficed.
Glancing to the chrono that hung on her wall she sent another four books to their spot before leaning back in her chair, waiting for the most recent addition to their ranks to step through the door.