Adrian quietly caught himself, and inwardly smirked. Thoughts briefly flickered through his mind faster than a ship entering hyperspace. What the hell am I doing? Going into a bar with a dangerous woman that I don’t even know, and for a social occasion at that? Going to a social occasion at all is ridiculous enough…The Susevfian let his feelings flow from his mind to manifest themselves physically; his lips curled into a roguish, almost childish, grin. He pivoted on his heel to assume a parallel position with the intriguing woman, and started to wade his way through the crowd to the cantina.

Ravenna caught the scent of booze from one of the cantina’s exiting patrons, and wrinkled his nose. The Jensaarai was never quite comfortable in places like these. His mother had always warned him to stay out of him for his “own good” while his intelligence training officers told him nearly the same thing, but added that there was up to a fifty percent increase of getting shot in a seedy place like this than there was on the open street. It was mildly comforting.

Adrian had never really understood the draw of these places until now. A chance to get away from ordinary life, to paradoxically reveal yourself to the public and yet keep your identity concealed; to be both private and public at the same time. He glanced at the woman.

“So what are you interested in...for food and drink, I mean?”

Adhee was not entirely sure what was going through her new companion's mind, but her eyes rested curiously on his own as though in search of his thoughts' reflections. Despite how she was unaware of the meanings behind his wry and mysterious smile, a corner of her lips quirked upwards softly, as though to mirror this gesture on a gentler level of her own.

The young woman walked alongside the man to the cantina, which was so easily picked out by its unique appearance, noise, and smell. She wasn't normally found in such places, as they teemed with energy that lacked in coherence; it was not an environment that helped her to think, though by now she had to wonder where that thinking had gotten her.

Laughter spilled through the many channels of air that chanced their ways out of the cantina. Adhee heard them before the two entered the building, and again, louder, once they had stepped through. Voices both human and alien intertwined themselves and became one solid entity, and found their ways to her ears as well in the midst of the tavern's music.

The woman turned to her new acquaintance, picking him out through the new lighting she was now becoming adjusted to. Her eyes lacked a good deal of evident emotion, but the gentle smile she had given him earlier returned.

"Anything will do," she said, "though for now I prefer to stay away from alcohol."

Without consulting the man first, Adhee chose a booth somewhere near the corner of the building, a little out of the way while still giving them clear sight of the exit. While it was not possible to escape the crowd completely, it was not exactly needed here.

After a moment to allow them both time to settle in, Adhee glanced back toward her new acquaintance. Her expression was almost inquisitive, but her lips were still at first. Her fingers, for a moment, moved idly on the table, brushing against each other lightly as though unused to the feel of her own skin.

"Do you think you will be here long?" she asked, though by the way she spoke there seemed no particular path to her question. It may have even passed as a conversational beginning, as though the two of them were a simple man and woman who had decided to have lunch with little else of concern. But of course, they weren't quite as humble as that, and those who were in tune with thoughts and philosophies and aspects of the Force... always seemed to have something deeper on their minds.

(Ack, wrong account; sorry)

"Anything will do, though for now I prefer to stay away from alcohol."

Adrian nodded back in agreement. Alcohol would be a bad chance right now...as much as drunken lightsaber fighting might be fun in a bar...and I'm sure I'd be prone to do more stupid things like that...

"I too," murmured the Susevfian.

The woman pushed through the crowd of patrons, and Adrian trailed in her wake; drawn by an impetuous curiosity which was only slightly hampered by cautiousness instilled in him by his CSIS training. Following strangers into an unknown territory was generally, and rightly so, a bad habit for anyone, but particularly so for an intelligence agent. For that could result in more than an agent's death, but in a war involving hundreds, and even millions of people. Yet he was beginning to feel a foreign, comfortable rapport with Adhee; as if they were long-lost friends who had just reunited to have a good time.

She sat down in a booth in one of the cantina's more secluded areas (which wasn't saying much) and sat down opposite of her. The man's right hand idly slid down into his pocket to feel the credit chips which dully jingled in his pants. His hand tightened into a fist, suffocating them in his flesh. His emerald eyes darted upwards to appraise the woman's body language, which he decided was subtly inquisitive. Adrian briefly smirked. And I probably look the same way to her, and why not? How often do you meet another person with the same...well, what would you really call this? It's not a talent, and it can be both a blessing and a curse...how can one really describe being in tune with the Force? Her words interrupted his reverie.

"Do you think you will be here long?"

The man's lip twitched. An open question; interesting. There are any number of ways that I could answer that, and no matter how I answer, I'll be giving her extra information nonverbally. If someone answered quickly and without thinking, chances are that they'd be giving away what was on their mind. Adrian mentally debated how to answer in a dozen duels of logic before finally settling on something of an answer which was equally vague and inquisitive, if not moreso, as the question she had posed.

"Time is a relative thing, is it not? What is long for me could not be long for you. There are times I wonder though, how time and it intertwine to remold the destinies of entire peoples and planets," replied Adrian, referring to the Force, "but as for long I will be here is something that I do not know. I will be here as long as I need to be. And you?"

Adhee's lips were already quirking upwards slightly as the man paused briefly to think - but slowly, as he offered her his elusive explanation, this expression evolved into a fully amused and brightening smile. It was as though something in his words managed to spark a humorous side in her, even if he was not exactly trying for this reaction.

"Well then, if we are speaking in terms relating to how I view the idea of "long", I am in the same predicament as you are. I really do not know either."

As curious as it was for two Force users to find each other in the throngs of a Falltyl market, Adhee found herself wondering what this man would mean to her in the long run. If for some reason his company was more beneficial than her lonesome wandering without real reason, then her time on this planet would most likely correlate directly with his own.

Of course, she did not voice this, but it was an odd concept that breathed life to her through her thoughts.

She shifted in her seat a bit, but mostly out of this restless thinking. Her hands slipped away from the table after a moment and she rested them in her lap, her awareness reaching out to the things that were taking place around her. Yet always, they remained on her companion. Interest was interest, but it was more than that with him. Perhaps it had just been so long since she had spoken with anyone who could relate to her on certain terms. She hadn't had a master, or a fellow Force user in her company in quite some time. It was an almost new experience to her now.

Adrian quietly stared back at the woman, not deigning to hide the half-befuddled expression on his face. How was that so funny? Well, I suppose I sort of make a fool of myself…and it’s kind of hard not to; when I’m this giddy. Just calm down Adrian, just calm down. The Susevfian’s emerald eyes continued to gaze at the woman.

"Well then, if we are speaking in terms relating to how I view the idea of "long", I am in the same predicament as you are. I really do not know either."

The Jensaarai sagely nodded. And so she is ust as elusive as I am…we’re dancing around something, and I’m not sure…what to do…to get closer, to more defined; I mean, this could end up being some sort of relationship, yet if I get too close, I could be end up burned…in more ways than one…What to do, what to do…A serving droid rolled over to them and inquired about their order. Adrian ripped himself away from concentrating on the mysterious woman to make a quick glance at the menu with an equally quick choice.

“I have a cup of Camellia Tea.”

It probably seemed like an odd choice to those around him, where bottles of beer and glasses of whiskey were only slightly less numerous than fish in Mon Calamari’s waters. The tea in fact, was often used to help sober people up and have some focusing properties, though the latter was pure conjecture at the moment. Nonetheless, Ravenna really did hope it did something with concentration. The droid turned to the woman for her order, and Adrian watched with curiousity.

As though greeting another human being conversationally, the woman offered her same smile to the droid, canting her head lightly to the side with a patience that contrasted with Adrian's quick decisions. She didn't pause for a very long time on the matter, nor did she say anything right away; a quiet "hmm" escaped the woman's lips before she made a choice.

"I think I'll have the same," she concluded.

With a face now more serious than it was struck by humor, Adhee turned to her companion and met his watchful eyes. Her eyes flickered with thoughts unspoken - as though in that brief moment's time she was coming to some sort of assessment about him. She then glanced down and leaned forward, though only enough to find some comfort in her position, and brushed habitually at a few locks of hair that swept themselves against the table's surface.

As she did this, her voice found itself through the tavern's noise, just loudly enough to be heard by her acquaintance.

"I'm not sure what I am doing here," she admitted to him, "and I suppose it's probably the same with you. And so.. I can't say where it's best to begin."

As she finalized her process of absently toying with her hair by tucking a strand of it behind an ear, she glanced up at the man through her lashes and seemed to assess him this way for a minute. Her hand drifted away from her face and out of the length of her hair, and then she turned her gaze to him completely with an expression that was almost lost.

Perhaps somehow she was. She had no idea what to do here, or what to do anywhere. Her life was nothing but questions and thoughts - things she did not have an answer to and sought almost desperately but quietly to find. Maybe somewhere or somehow some hope had found its way to her - a dangerous hope that this man may have... or be... something she was looking for; an opportunity, a chance? A way to learn something she did not already know?

Maybe she was simply drawn by this simple, trivial pleasure of having someone to speak to her - someone who had no pre-existing opinions of her and might even understand the things she had to say.

In many ways she was confused, and this in itself was enough to make her wonder what danger she was placing herself into. And if in this man there was something beneficial - a relationship or a possibility? She wished that for once things would be clear for her.

She took a quiet breath.

"Do you think there is a reason we have met today?" she asked this ... Daska Tainer. It was not meant as a helpless question, and in truth she expected elusive replies. But it was an honest inquiry, as new as that may have been between them both so far. Personally, she did not like to think of anything considered fate, and such a thing was a matter he might not want to share. But it was a start to something, in some direction, if they were truly heading anywhere at all.

"Do you think there is a reason we have met today?"

Her words seemed to reverberate in his mind like echoes in the Kashan caves at Camp Shipwright. He blinked. The Jensaarai forced himself to take a long gulp of the beverage as he considered how to answer it. I can answer that in so many ways…but there’s something different about us, so that really only leads us to one conclusion…and that is that our meeting has to do with the Force…this is the time when I wish that I actually paid more attention to the Saarai-kaar about the philosophies of the Force…so here is the question: Do I believe in destiny? The man set his drink back down onto the table.

“Is there a reason we met today? Yes,” replied Ravenna, ”I think there is. We both sensed each other out, we both met purposely, on our own free will. Those were our own choices, I believe…but I believe it works in mysterious ways, if history is to teach us anything. So maybe our meeting is random, but conscious effort on our parts, or perhaps it is the will of the Force, manipulating our strings like the Fates. But it is too soon to really say one way or the other; otherwise we’d be blinding ourself to reality. It would be a mistake to look far ahead our time to see destinies. For really, we can only handle one part of our destiny, and that is our present. Our destiny is clouded to me right now, though perhaps a vision will one day will provide insight into our futures. And you? Do you think there’s a reason we met today?”