Private Dinner Date

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

Famed for the engineering prowess of its inhabitants, the world of Pho Ph'eah was an attractive candidate for joining the war efforts but in order to gain a better understanding of the planet, its workings, its populace and attitudes, a preliminary investigative endeavour was needed to what made the people here tick, perhaps how they could be manipulated. All in good time.

Blending in as nothing more than a tourist, she wore an unremarkable outfit with a firearm concealed, holstered underneath her jacket. While she had no intention to use it at current, there was no telling what kind of predicaments she could find herself in so it was better to be safe than sorry.

At present, she wandered through a marketplace at the edge of town, idly browsing the stalls. While not technically doing anything of substance, she did still need to sustain herself while here, though there was nothing more mundane and less enjoyable than grocery shopping.

Accepting defeat within mere minutes, she approached one of the street food vendors. "How much for a bowl of that?" She pointed to what seemed to be a stew dish of sorts, her tone sounding less than enthusiastic. "4 creds." The reply came, holding a hand out expectantly. It seemed no one had a particularly sunny disposition around here.

She pulled the money out of her pocket in exchange for a bowl of the food and some plastic cutlery. Taking a seat at one of the limited, worn out tables beside the stand, she began eating.

Mathieu Brion​

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Dinner Date​

Location: Pho Ph'eah
Notable Equipment: Jedi armour, various items
Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres

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They had debarked from the shuttle some time ago. The requisitions team had split into two groups - one to acquire essentials such as food and medical supplies, the other to acquire spare parts and to see if sympathisers could be found among the famed engineering guilds. As they so often did, the team wore clothes that would not signify where their loyalties laid. When operating in what used to be the core of the Sith Empire, openly professing one's love for the Concord could be a dangerous proposition.

Mathieu was there too. In this case, it was mostly to familiarise himself with the planet in case future operations were to be conducted there. He was also there to ward of potential threats or defend the requisitions team should it find itself in peril. Clad in his old heavy armour that he used to wear as a mercenary, he scanned his surroundings as he made his way through the streets. His lightsabres were hidden away in a pouch - instead, a blaster pistol hung by his belt and a blaster rifle could be found hanging by his back.

Ever since the installation of Chaussidier's device he had been feeling particularly hungry. It might have seemed odd, for before its installation, he had already been a pretty eager eater. But there he was, figuring that the best way to explore the local culture was by the experience of some of the local cuisine.

One particular smell of a date-like fruit was making his mouth water. Following the scent, he eventually found himself at a pleasant street food vendor. While it might have been a bit worn, it had a homely feel to it. A happy local prepared dishes at a rapid rate, making excellent use of his extra limbs. Mathieu approached "I'd like this one" The merchant offered a smile and told him the price: Four credits. Mathieu gingerly produced twelve credits from his wallet and was met by a puzzled look. "Three, please" The merchant looked the large Morellian up and down before shrugging and taking the credits with one of his arms. "The other human ordered the same thing. I'll be right with ya'"

Mathieu glanced towards the one that was referred to. He only saw the back of her but thought that she looked very familiar. His eyebrows furrowed as he searched his mind for who it was - but then, just the back of someone's head didn't help all that much. Noticing her oddly shaped ears, however, he did let out an absent-minded "I'm not sure if she's a hum-..." the merchant cut him off "Yeah, yeah - you all look the same to me. Make her a different colour or give her horns and we can talk."

Hoping to avoid a conflict, the Jedi simply smiled and nodded as he left. It appeared as if the merchant wanted to deliver their food at the same time and considering how few available seats there were, his course was clear.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind me joining you" he said upon arriving and taking a seat on the low plastic stool. As soon as she turned to let him see her face, he froze. She was that obnoxious Imperial he met on Telos. He wondered if she recognised him and how her recovery had been going. His eyes were drawn to her head for a brief moment before they snapped back to her eyes "Are you a traveller?" he asked - it was a naturally question considering their location - but hopefully, it would also help him see what she knew and remembered.

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

Minding her own business, she hadn't expected to get approached by anyone. She was strongly of the mindset that she should be left alone unless initiating a conversation with someone else, no matter how hypocritical the notion seemed. With an uninterested expression, her gaze rose to see the face of the seemingly imposing figure.

Like a deer caught in headlights, her eyes widened when her gaze landed on his features. She couldn't recall him from her memories but upon piecing back together the events that led up to her being in hospital, she had seen his face again, relived through her own eyes.

For a long while, she didn't reply, her hand froze in place until she dropped the spoon back into the bowl with a splash. "You." She said in a hushed but harsh voice, not wanting to draw unwanted attention towards them.

Her expression shifted to a pensive one rather than one of anger as it might have in the past. There was no doubt about the fact that she was angry with him but she wasn't about to shoot him where he was. Instead she stated, matter-of-factly. "You nearly killed me."

He must have known what he did so she wondered what purpose he had by showing his face again. Would he gloat? Apologise?

It was not that she took it personally. After all, she would fight Jedi indiscriminately if told to do so, though they were much better off when she left them dead rather than leaving them with life-changing injuries.

Mathieu Brion​

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Dinner Date​

Location: Pho Ph'eah
Notable Equipment: Jedi armour, various items
Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres

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So, she definitely recognised him. The harsh tone and hushed voice revealed as much. The venom she carried when she said 'you' did too. He offered an awkward smile: It was indeed him.

Fortunately, she did not appear to be quite as angry as he expected her to be. After he had tossed her across the room, the rather ugly landing had appeared to be quite disastrous. A bit of anger and powerful surface emotions would have been understandable. But then, she was Imperial, after all. Maybe she was keeping it professional. Her matter-of-factly statement that followed suggested that it be the case.

He let out a long "Yeeah" and offered her an apologetic smile "But I'm glad that I didn't" he said. His mind momentarily went to the potential diplomatic incident that could have stemmed from such an event but quickly decided to focus on her person instead "I take it your recovery have been going well? I've got this marvellous bottle of Felucian salve back at the ship if you're interested." His appearance grew ever brighter as he spoke, effectively trying to move past their rather violent previous encounter.

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

"You're glad you didn't?" She repeated, incredulously. With a scoff, she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms, her expression shifting to one of annoyance, though no angry outburst would follow.

For months she was forced to remain on the planet they had last met before she had been allowed to leave, followed by an even longer period of being unable to work while navigating medical assessments for clearance but it was the vulnerability she felt while recovering that left a lasting impact. She had vowed never to be in such a position again.

She didn't give him a chance to get a word in before she continued. "Let me tell you something: if you ever do that to someone again, do them a favour and shoot them." She told him without answering his question, though her response gave an insight into the answer, also the fact she was sitting in front of him and not on a ventilator somewhere.

It was unclear to her whether he was being sincere since she held very little trust for any individual. Either way, she wouldn't forgive him.

Mathieu Brion​

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Dinner Date​

Location: Pho Ph'eah
Notable Equipment: Jedi armour, various items
Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres

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Okay, maybe she was a bit upset. But that was fair, all things considered. Mathieu tilted his head to the side as she spoke, her tone characterised by annoyance and what he interpreted as outrage. In a way, he felt a bit like a psychiatrist as he let out a low "mhm" when she continued.

She was very welcome to tell him something. But when she did, it was hard not to be surprised by her call for him to execute people. He glanced down to the blaster that hung by his belt. "That can still be arranged" he thought. Naturally, he wasn't so bold as to utter those words. Instead, a troubled expression appeared across his features.

What was even a reasonable answer to something like that? Should he try to urge her towards moderation? Should he argue vehemently that her way of thinking was flawed? Or maybe he should switch subjects to something less personal. 'They have a good price on powercouplings down the road.' No. That was not a good idea. "I hope that you are doing well now"

He offered a polite smile, concerned that another outburst would come his way. But then, the merchant came, carrying her bowl in one hand and a tray with Mathieu's bowls with two other hands. The Jedi's smile grew - was this safety? "Thank you" he said. Perhaps a little prematurely, but it was worth it if he could dodge her wrath. Carefully, he looked to her - she had been an obnoxious nuisance in the past - but this time, she was kind of justified in her behaviour. He wondered if she would remain hostile or not. Regardless, he'd rather be safe than sorry so he decided to be a little extra attentive. If she was going to throw hot soup on him, he would be ready for it. Still, with a slight hope of making peace, he added a "It is good that we meet under less strained circumstances this time."

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

She would be damned if she ever relived that experience. Had he just killed her after then she wouldn't have been forced through months of humiliation and vulnerability and she would have never known it was coming. In her mind, it was no different to putting an animal down.

It would surely have been a pathetic way to have gone out and though she wouldn't admit it, she knew that she had been lesser than him at the time of their last encounter. Though, she believed that not to be the case now. Fuelled by the experience, when she was able to do so again, she trained near-obsessively, determined not to find herself at the mercy of another person ever again, especially not this Jedi - not for a second time.

His false concerns fell on deaf ears but as she opened her mouth to tell him to leave, his food arrived and with the other tables all occupied, it gave legitimacy to his reason for being there. She could equally have gotten up and left but she was not about to lose her dinner over him so reluctantly, she picked up the spoon, still with a sour look on her face as she fished around the bowl.

Constrained largely by the public, social setting they were in, she wanted nothing more than to shoot him where he sat but unfortunately that was socially unacceptable in these parts, so she settled on a threat instead.

She gave a false, sarcastic smile at his comment. "Sure. If that's what you want to call them." She replied. "Just don't turn your back on me or I will shoot you in the back of the head." She told him casually.

Mathieu Brion​

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Dinner Date​

Location: Pho Ph'eah
Notable Equipment: Jedi armour, various items
Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres

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He nodded with a pleasant smile "Yes, you aren't trying to steal my prisoners this time." Perhaps he should have put more emphasis on less rather than strained but it was too late for that. What came next caused his eyebrows to raise as he eyed her seriously. She had just issued a threat. A death threat.

Usually, this would be subject to a criminal charge. It was probably unlawful to issue death threats on Pho Ph'eah too. But then, it was rather hard to prove. At least so he thought until he spotted one of their neighbouring diners through a nervous glance towards them. Mathieu's sympathetic eyes met that of the stranger and gestured for him to be calm "Don't worry. She's just a bit grumpy. Just need to get a bite..." he paused for a moment and glanced at the Imperial. Maybe a bite wouldn't be enough "... or two."

Looking back at the woman, he felt a slight sense of hope that maybe she would have reached a more peaceful state of mind. But then, it was fully possible that she would interpret his kindness as mockery. Considering her past behaviour, that didn't seem all too unlikely.

Mathieu took a bite and allowed there to be a bit of silence between them. Or, at least he'd be silent for a little bit. Not before long, however, he spoke once more "Why the back of the head?" his voice carried genuine interest "The honourable types would do it from up front. The vindictive ones would make sure I suffered." He thought for a moment - who would just shoot him from behind? Maybe the weak? But she sure didn't seem all that weak last time they met. Some didn't care enough about honour nor revenge - but such a person really care enough to wish him dead? If she was vindictive enough to want him dead, she had to be someone who cared about efficiency. Perhaps even elegance. His mind went to how she lead the two stormtroopers back on Telos and her rather impressive prowess in battle.

Perhaps a little bit too loudly, he announced his wild but somewhat reasonable guess "You must be one of those Imperial agent types!"

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

His comment did not evoke a reaction from her. The stone-cold expression remained upon her features as he made reference to their last meeting. She did not want to remember it, much less speak about it with him or anyone for that matter. She had been left humiliated and broken and she would revel at the chance to do the same to him.

Whereas she would've previously reacted with anger, she instead remained listless as he interacted with a nearby diner on her behalf. He could make all the jokes at her expense that he wanted but she would get the last laugh.

Her contempt and distaste for Jedi only continued to grow from their last encounter. It made no difference to her that her sister had been a Jedi. She hadn't been particularly fond of her either. The light she saw them all in was a negative one and the Jedi before he was only helping to perpetuate her hatred. They were far too weak to be effective and she could only hope that one day their nuisance presence could be banished from the galaxy.

While he pondered her choice of threat, she reluctantly finished the remainder of her food before her gaze settled back on him, maintaining her standard bored expression, at least until his following reply which instantly put her on high alert. Before he would have an opportunity to finish his sentence, she had sent a powerful slap in his direction. Even if it didn't make contact with his face, she hoped it would serve as enough of a distraction for him to not continue his sentence which she had suspicions was going to be detrimental to her presence here.

"I can't believe you're breaking up with me!" She exclaimed, the pain evident in her tone. "After all we've been through. I forgave you for cheating on me not once but twice and now you're breaking up with me!?" She pointed an accusatory finger in his direction. Her expression had instantly changed to one of sorrow, complete even with tears in her eyes.

Mathieu Brion​

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Dinner Date​

Location: Pho Ph'eah
Notable Equipment: Jedi armour, various items
Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres

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"... Imperial ag-..." Mathieu had not even perceived the incoming hand as a threat. When the surface of the palm connected with his cheek, he didn't flinch. But he did look rather surprised as he looked to her with big round eyes. His hand idly brought another spoon to his mouth. He completed the act and started chewing when she burst into tears. As if watching the exciting part of a movie, Mathieu looked at her as she spoke. He wondered if what he saw was an Imperial officer who had gone insane from being bonked too hard or if it was an Imperial agent who didn't want their identity revealed.

"Buhght...." he couldn't speak clearly with his mouth filled with food. Other patrons looked to the two humans. He chewed as quickly as he could and swallowed. "But I didn't" he exclaimed innocently. It didn't seem to help, her tears kept streaming down her cheeks. Mathieu, naturally, knew that what she claimed wasn't real. He had not cheated on her. Actually, they weren't even together in the first place. But even then, he was feeling a bit bad for her.

Putting the spoon away, he leaned forth a little. His kind blue eyes gazed down to hers sympathetically "There there" he said, keeping his voice calm. "You know that's not true" he said in his effort to console her. In the eyes of the others, it might have looked like he was treating her as if she was having some sort of hysteric episode but it wasn't enough to divert the attention she had drawn to them.

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

To her surprise, he seemed to play along, or at least had gotten flustered enough by her outburst that he had abandoned his previous statement which could have been devastating for her. It wasn't exactly ideal that now he knew either, confirmed by her outburst to protect her identity, but it was the lesser of two evils, so long as he didn't try to announce it again.

For years, she had trained and practised acting, deceit and manipulation. She was able to switch between any alter ego of her choosing at a moment's notice, beneficial for a role where discovery of your true origins and affiliations could mean certain death. The stakes weren't quite as high here. Even if her identity was revealed, she doubted it would mean anything more than her having to leave the planet empty-handed but even that wasn't an option in her mind.

Continuing as though it was the most natural thing in the world, she followed through with her accusation. "I saw you with her! With that- that blonde woman." Her tone had a hint of anger but was largely hurt. If she could get people on her side then she was winning half of the battle. If he did decide to turn on her and try to announce her identity for a second time, she hoped she had at least built some credibility and sympathy in the eyes of those around them - more so than him.

"I won't take you back this time. We're through." Her expression shifted to one of anger as she rose from her seat.

Mathieu Brion​

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Dinner Date​

Location: Pho Ph'eah
Notable Equipment: Jedi armour, various items
Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres

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His mind started to process what the crazed woman was doing. At first, his focus had been on the words she was saying but it had been going on for long enough that the analysis went further. She had been her normal self a few moments earlier - the same person that he met and fought on Taris. But now - now she was this wounded and sorrow-filled little bird who. He let out a small "But-..." as she mentioned some blonde. It was all rather confusing. Slowly but surely, however, he started to realise that one of two options had to be true. Either, she had actually gone insane. Or she was, indeed, an Imperial agent. A good one at that, considering her stellar acting.

Suddenly, the Jedi acted quickly. He consumed the contents of the last bowl at a furious pace. If any of the other patrons were watching, his impressive feat might just have been able to steal away a bit of attention from the Imperial's whining. When she rose from her seat, Mathieu put down his now empty bowl with a loud thud before standing up himself. Their difference in height and bulk was immediately obvious as he towered above her. Still, he kept his tone low "Helen. Listen." he paused for a brief moment, just to let her calm down. He leaned forth a little "We both know what you did. If want out of this, fine. But don't try to pin it on me."

Mathieu was a far less convincing actor than the Agent, that much was clear. But he was not the one with a secret identity. He was not the one who would be unable to work, should his identity get out. "Don't make me tell your father what you did, Helen." he said - if she truly was an Imperial agent, she would know what he was actually meaning. The large Morellian then turned his back against her and walked away. But he walked in the direction of the local police station. Perhaps she would be made to leave the planet ahead of schedule.

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

Now they had truly gotten themselves into a peculiar situation as they fictitiously argued over their equally as fictitious relationship. She had hoped that she would be able to confuse him enough to get away but she had underestimated him as he clearly displayed the intelligence to keep up with her instant change of pace. It did not throw her off, however.

Her gaze rose with him, his imposing figure not having any noticeable effect on her. She had stared down many a people who far outmatched her in size, including the one standing before her. Even though he had been the one to gravely wound her, she showed no sign of apprehension in his presence.

The situation was almost comical to her, or would be to anyone who knew what was truly happening between the pair. She stopped speaking when he joined in with not so much as a twitch of her face when he assigned her a random name. She was playing the game.

Before she could make a defence of her alleged transgressions, he made a threat. Her expression contorted slightly into a frown and her eyes searched his. They both knew what he meant.

She knew this was a risk as soon as he began his accusation but she had hoped to get off world before he could make his allegation known to local law enforcement. With a determined step in her stride, she followed after him. "Wait!" She called out in a bid to stop him from continuing.

Now away from all the people who had witnessed their outburst, the tone in her voice changed as she dropped the façade. "Don't." Though she didn't have any particular authority to prevent him from doing so. She hoped they could come to another agreement that didn't involve a third party.

Mathieu Brion​

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Dinner Date​

Location: Pho Ph'eah
Notable Equipment: Jedi armour, various items
Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres

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Mathieu was already a fair bit away form the establishment when he heard her voice. In fact, it was barely visible since he had passed at least two larger market stalls and was close to turning the corner to a rather unpopulated alley. There were many like it in the city they were in. It was a far throw from the kind of alleys one would find in places like Nar Shaddaa or Taris - this area had much lower buildings, allowing plenty of sunlight to flood in and fresh air to reach those who traversed them.

The large Morellian stopped in his tracks. He didn't turn immediately - instead he gave himself a few brief moments to consider what she may want. It created something like a dramatic pause before he faced her. She had still not shot him in the back of the head. That was fortunate.

There was silence between them as he waited for her to catch up. He was about to speak - to ask her what she wanted - but she was quicker. Her old behaviour was back and she got straight to the point. Mathieu had the weirdest sensation for when she spoke, he felt sad that the seemingly nice but heartbroken woman was gone and replaced by this one. He also felt glad that the heartbroken woman was no longer heartbroken. His face twisted a little as his emotions transitioned from one to another until it finally settled on a suspicious outlook.

While he did not appear outright violently hostile, he was not quite as friendly as he had been when they first met - the benefit of the doubt had been given, used up and thrown away. "Or what?" he snarled. It was a foolish approach - instead of inviting her to make an appealing offer to keep quiet, he invited her to make a threat. To twist his arm. But then, this wasn't Mathieu's forte either.

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

Though she was in a tricky situation and they both knew it, her expression did not show any sign of fear. She knew she could no longer stay on the planet. She could not reasonably shoot him in the back of the head as threatened without arousing suspicion. The way she saw it, there were two options: he informed local law enforcement and she would be potentially arrested or she could bargain with him for free passage off-world without any other involvement. She knew which one she would opt for.

It was evident in his face that he held reservations about her. It was a very dangerous position for her to be in. Even threatening him came with the danger that he became fed up of dealing with her and just announced her presence. She knew she would have to tread carefully.

Her expression saddened in response to his harsh tone.

She would implore to his emotions.

With a sigh, she held both hands up for a moment before dropping them to her side, a peace offering. "Listen... I should never have said what I did earlier. I know you're a good person and you didn't intend for the outcome that happened the last time we met. It was just a very difficult period in my life from which effects I am still recovering from. Her tone was laced with sorrow. "I felt a lot of anger towards you, I think that much is clear, but really you were just fighting with conviction for what you believed in. Isn't that what we all do?" She asked.

"I'll admit, I was being unreasonable. It's difficult for me to say but there. I'm not a bad person. We've had different lives, you and me, so please try to understand me. My family was torn apart by war. Is it so wrong to want safety for my own family?" She asked. "I haven't hurt anyone by being on this planet and I don't intend to. Please let me leave in peace, Jedi. I won't return." Her final statement sounded defeated.

While her statements were largely true, the emotions backing them were false. If she could manipulate him into letting her leave then she would.

Mathieu Brion​

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Dinner Date​

Location: Pho Ph'eah
Notable Equipment: Jedi armour, various items
Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres

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Charm. He looked at her, dumbfounded. What was she doing? What was she saying? It didn't make much sense, for she had already shown her true self. The part she played now was just that. A part, a role, a character - someone who she was not. But for some reason, he wanted to believe her. And she was indeed quite believable. Every word she uttered felt real and sincere. Every gesture as well as the tone of her voice. It made him believe her.

His harsh expression softened. How could he have treated her so poorly? Especially after their last encounter on Telos. "Helen" he called for her apologetically. His gaze was set on her and while sincere in trying to establish a personal connection, he was also on the lookout for how she'd react upon being called by her false identity. "I'm sorry. That fight, it got out of hand. If I could have avoided hurting you as much as I did, I would have."

Neither of them were particularly happy about what they had done, it seemed. And what else could he expect from her than regret? Gone where the thoughts of the evil Imperial Agent - those were pushed aside - perhaps to be brought out later. The Jedi raised his sizeable arms "Come here" he said, before letting them descend down on her to produce a tight hug, slightly squishing her against him.

While he had pushed the 'evil' part away, she was still an Imperial agent. His mind quickly went to the tracker that they had put on Cassie. Helen would be given one too. Reaching out through the force, he took hold of a small device through the force and caused it to hover telekinetically. His mind quickly went through where he should put it. Ears were good since it was hard to accidentally discover or remove - but there was a significant risk that she would notice it the moment he put it in. Hair was also an option, considering that it was hard for her to notice when he attached it - but then, it would be easy to accidentally remove it upon washing her hair. There were other more private areas too, of course - and clothes. But clothes could be removed, exchanged or dumped.

The little tracker hovered further and further up until it was a few centimetres away from her skull. Mathieu leaned forth and gave her a final squeeze, He was bringing the tracking device closer and closer until he allowed his robes to brush against the side of her head - and with that, the device would be attached. Mathieu knew that he would be taking precautions after this meeting - for he knew that he was dealing with an Imperial Agent. But would she? He was often just perceived as a bumbling Jedi and for once, it might work to his advantage.

Regardless, he would then finally release the hug "Alright, Helen. Let us leave in peace." He was about to turn and walk away but stopped himself "What's your name anyways?"

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

What followed was unexpected to say the least. Her expression briefly shifted to one of confusion as he addressed her by the false name he had assigned her. They both knew what the other knew and they were out of the earshot of any who were cause for concern. Her eyes searched his, trying to understand his intentions as he spoke but she soon settled on the belief that he was being genuine with her - though she was still suspicious.

"Thank you. I appreciate it." She replied with the same gentle tone as before, despite her reservations on his intentions, remaining consistent. While she could've further admitted fault to her own actions on Telos to help increase her credibility in her act, she barely had the opportunity before she was invited into a hug with the Jedi. She did not display the disgust the felt on her face but instead offered a smile and accepted the gesture of affection.

If there was one person in the galaxy that she wanted to hug the least, it was this one. The level of tolerance required for her to seem like she was thankful for the reconciliation rather than being disgusted at the thought of hugging him was incredibly high. Still, she never wavered and showed no reluctance in accepting the hug. "Bit... tight..." She said between breaths as he squeezed her into the embrace.

Thankfully, he seemed willing to allow her to leave without any trouble. Suppressing a relieved sigh, she simply nodded in response and offered a "Thank you." She similarly was prepared to leave but his question urged a response. It was bad enough that he had seen her face so there was almost no chance she would ever reveal her true name to him. If he had doubts, she had false identity documents to support her lie - such was the life of someone living many lives.

"Mia Thule." She replied. "What about you?" She asked, hoping for his real name to help should she decide to plot against him...

Mathieu Brion​

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Dinner Date​

Location: Pho Ph'eah
Notable Equipment: Jedi armour, various items
Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres

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And there they were. Departing on a good note. It would have been hard to believe just five minutes ago. But it seemed to be true enough. Neither of them fully trusted the other - after what they had been through, how could they? But at least the both of them appeared to want a peaceful resolution to it all.

She thanked him and he offered his own thanks in return. They had both been forced to 'give' in this but he was happy that it had worked out.

"Mia Thule" he pointed to her "Thule sounds a bit familiar." Mathieu had never been all too good when it came to his studies. Otherwise, he would have stood a better chance at knowing the name's significance. Instead, he simply introduced himself in return "I'm Mathieu. It's alright if you just wanna call me 'Mat'" he offered a smile "But I bet you don't want to see me again" he chuckled, showing that he understood that it wasn't personal.

And with that, he walked past her - back into the square and away from the police station. Once more, his back was turned against her as he waded through the crowd. While it was hard for someone like him to disappear in it, he did eventually round a corner and fall outside of her line of sight. Whether they would meet again was truly unknown to him - but what he did know was that now, Chaussidier could keep tabs on an Imperial Agent - and to him, that was a win for the good guys.