Ebb and Flow

Given she had little else to do besides offer advice, and remain aloof of the operations around Naboo, the zeltron decided to focus her attention elsewhere.
Remembering the need to have a conversation with a particular Corellian that had swooped in at all the seemingly correct times to make his appearance. Especially when it pertained to those near and dear to her like

But it was existing around Briana that made her glower.
Who already had enough on her plate without the man peacocking around. All of which she certainly wasn't blowing out of proportion since she had nothing else to tackle at the moment with being told to cool her heels. It wasn't like she had all the time in the galaxy to sit and pick apart the why or ruminate on the small gestures he shared with Briana.
She'd already ruled out being jealous of the attention. Entirely nothing to do with that. In any way.
At all.
"RIK! HURRY THE FETH UP!" Despite the excessive amount of padding around the room, her voice made the paneling beneath reverberate.
The only place she felt she could earnestly let herself go even just a little. Granted she didn't need to bench press a ceiling off of her this time, which didn't really give her any sort of precedent for how much she could actually let loose given she just wanted to knock some sense into the man. Arms crossing back and forth as she seethed. Like a puffed up cat, she glared at the doorway. Training clothes already doubly prepared for what was no doubt going to a scene.