"Lemme guess, you got in trouble too." She snickered, walking alongside him. "I'll share mine if you share yours." She led them both into the lobby, then up the temple stairs. She could sense a man who wanted to keep his secrets. She'd dealt with that with her own friend Giran before. But, jokes usually were pretty easy way to break that façade. If she wasn't such a spaz about imps, she figured she'd have made a good spy. Or a politician, but Jonyna never fretted herself with that kinda thing. Politics were for smart people who weren't on the front lines fighting wars, the ones who stay behind and plan out the war. The ones who have already earned their position. Jonyna had been offered that place within her own community, but she turned it down. Just because she had 900 years of seniority didn't mean she felt like she had earned the title of tribal chief on Ran Dom Kuun.
She looked the jedi next to her up and down, sizing him up, feeling him with her force sense to feel if he was powerful within the force itself. Maybe it was her instincts, but she enjoyed knowing how everyone weighed in within the NJO. Her Padawan Ko had quite the aptitude, while the other council members varied. One day she'd be on that list, and she hoped to memorize every jedi she met along the way. If she was to one day take up the role of Grandmaster, then she figured that came with the cavate of knowing every member of the order in and out.