Private Green and Black and Blue

[In Rhan]

In couldn't have gotten far enough from Medi-Creen station after helping Niysha secure the reality-breaking statuette that had created so much trouble. While she'd have liked to put it behind her with a full berth of profitable cargo, she could content herself with one woman and her magic murder bag. One in the fist versus two in the brush, or something like that? They had enough gas to get somewhere with more prospects, and at the end of the day that was all that mattered.

The Dancer in Green was a beat-up old junker of a ship, which a motley assortment of things going wrong at any given moment. The Besaid-class freighter had been blown halfway to hell, rebuilt, hijacked, repurposed and retrofit likely thrice as much as the Galactic average for midhaul ships. The fact that In kept the exterior ugly to dissuade piracy didn't help first impressions, and the way the ship had lurched reluctantly into warp with all the enthusiasm of an elderly burro - and that didn't help the second impressions, either. In couldn't help but wonder how much harder it'd been if her cargo bay wasn't empty aside from an old speederbike and some parts. The inside of the ship was much cleaner. In clearly appreciated a tidy surrounding, even if all the fresh lightbulbs and polished bulkheads in the Galaxy couldn't hide that the ship was falling apart. Notably, the halls and rooms had a downright absurd amount of potted plants and hydroponics trays carrying a wild variety of flowers, herbs, and small fruiting plants. Nothing too especially rare or even valuable, but the scent of fresh soil and misty flowers did help chase away the pervasive smell of rust and failing heatsinks. Mostly.

After getting into Warp and showing Niysha to the nicest room avaliable that wasn't her own, In had taken the longest shower of her life. She'd spent a few minutes dressing wounds and taking painkillers. She'd then slept for fourteen hours. When the Pantoran woman had woken up, she immediately concluded that she was going to be just fine based on two criteria - her hands and feet were still whole enough to ache, and she was ravenously hungry.

Blind girl on the ship. Tank top and shorts would do. In staggered out of her room and into the plant-filled galley, plucking a few ripe-looking berries into a bowl. A handful of crunchy-sweet grains, an some blue milk on top.

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner of champions - because champions didn't eat nutrient paste when they didn't have to.

 

[Niysha]

Niysha had spent most of her life on starships, at this point. She wasn't born on one and didn't grow up on one, like most grungy spacer trash could claim, but her entire adult life had been a series of ports bridged by a countless army of freighters. According to some opinions she'd read, a lot of Miraluka didn't enjoy space travel. Being able to see through the hull and into the infinite could be unnerving. It was never a problem for her, though. She loved the gentle meditation that came from focusing on one or two candleflames of life in the endless dark.

This ship was even easier to travel in than most. Normally it was the crew, the power grid, and the engine. On this vessel, there was a whole biosphere. Artificial, sure, but not offensive. She had a quantifiably massive spiral of life to swim through if she ever needed a break. And she did need a break. After the mess back on Medi-Creen Station, she was sore in most places, and actually bruised in others. Not to mention filthy, sweaty, and just generally unpleasant to be in the immediate vicinity of. After In had shown her to her room, Niysha quickly identified the nearest refresher and tossed the clothes she was wearing in for a cycle while she showered.

The Miraluka emerged a few minutes later, hair dry but still a chaotic disaster, in simple pants and a strappy top. She'd changed her blindfold, though that was more difficult to notice; it seemed her entire wardrobe was black, and two black cloths looked basically identical. Her path to the mess was leisurely, but efficient.

"Thank you for your hospitality," she began as she took a seat across from In. "And for not searching my things while I was cleaning off. Your ship is lovely."

 

[In Rhan]

In settled into the round table of the galley with a small wave, chewing on her mouthful of berries'n'kibble breakfast. Fourteen hours of sleep had done her a world of good. Despite the bruises and bandages and the fact that she was moving with obvious stiffness, In looked downright lively.

"Whever you might have, it's got to be less dangerous than what I know you have." In chuckled dryly, snagging another bowl. She twisted about in the booth, filling it with berries as well - slid across the table to Niysha. Sacred hospitality rules. You feed a guest, you feed a customer, you feed a crewmate. Moreover, she wanted to set the precedent that the blindfolded woman with the fantastic hair could nip from the garden as she wished. That's why it was there. Niysha could decide on her own milk and grain ratios, though.

"Anyway, it's hardly hospitality. We have a common interest. We're basically business partners." The Pantoran added, twirling her spoon as she shrugged a shoulder. That strappy top looked really good. Practically a camisole. Niysha might have an unreasonable affinity for black but it did look good on her and she had fantastic taste in clothes. And hair.

'"The Dancer is alright, yeah - I've put a lot of work in." In noted proudly. "I was cursed to like fresh produce, plants, and being in space. This is how I keep my sanity. How about you?" She inquired. "Do you just wander about, picking up nightmares and saving the day? Or did I happen across you on a special occasion."

 

[Niysha]

Niysha didn't take long to portion out her own cereal. She didn't seem to favor or disfavor the healthy bits, the sweet bits, or the milky bits, likely because she looked like kind of a granola chick, but also spent most of her time eating nutrient paste. She continued to turn her head towards In when she replied, even though it was becoming increasingly self-evident that she didn't need to do that.

"Sometimes. It's not a common occurrence." But it wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. She processed a spoonful of food before continuing. "Most artifacts aren't dangerous. Some are, and others become dangerous if you're aware of what secrets they hold." That was mysterious. Not intentionally, but still, she should probably explain before she fell into the ever-seductive trap of being cryptic. "Ghosts and spells don't normally bother people who don't know they exist."

After another bite, she raised her spoon and indicated to the ship around her. "The greenhouse chic is comforting. I appreciate your taste. I don't find most ships inhospitable, but this one is more welcoming than some have been." Seeing life at every level, varied and thriving, was the sort of privilege she only got on colony ships and bulk passenger freighters.

Hmm. "What's the origin of that name? 'Dancer in Green,' right?"

 

[In Rhan]

In would have been embarrassing to admit how disarming Niysha's display of clear good taste was. It was embarrassing how effective a simple compliment was on her. In chuckled and took an appreciating glance around the galley. It was choked with more life than the rest of the ship. Partly because she wanted to keep the practical plants close to where she prepared her meals, and partly because this was the most convenient and reliable water hookup on the ship. She also spent most of her time in the galley, if the comfortable seating, holoscreen, and scattered books were any indication. It had more room than her quarters, and since she tended to fly alone, it just made sense to spend more time in the galley or the cockpit rather than her quarters.

"I'm glad you like it. I put a lot of work in." In hummed cheerfully. "I try to pick up a sample from all of my favorite places - climate and soil needs allowing, of course." She thoughtfully considered a minty, irridescent flower draped over her shoulder, then gave Niysha a considering look. "Before they were lackluster pirates, my parents were pretty decent botanists. I grew up around plants. Doesn't feel like home without them."

At the question, In flashed an embarrassed smile. "I got a deal on it from a man who had a thing for me. Older guy, harmless. Gave me a big discount and a poem. he wrote I was so grateful for the ship, I named it after the poem. And I HAD to rename it, because the name it came with was horrid." She explained. "Since I wasn't planning on going back that ways again, it felt like a nice way to thank him, or something."

"Kinda just grew on me since then."

 

[Niysha]

Named after a poem about her and it was a "dancer in green?" That sure said some things about In's hobbies. Niysha didn't need to do an in-depth scan right now, but she figured she'd find a pole somewhere if she did. "It's a nice name, and this is a lovely ship. Thanks again for the hospitality." She took another few moments of silence to enjoy her cereal, bask in the vibe of the vessel, and enjoy In's presence. The general energy of her surroundings. It was calm and peaceful, which was a nice change of pace from yesterday... though it would get a bit boring if she spent too long here without some kind of stimulation.

Meditation would help for a while, actually. She hadn't had a place of perfect silence to meditate in for a good long while.

Hmm. Conversation. "My demeanor seems to put you a bit on edge," she offered. Yes, her aura had a few swirls of attraction, but that wasn't anything singular, and certainly wasn't anything Niysha would act on without more explicit indication. In looked nervous on occasion, in a very familiar way. "If there's anything you've been dying to ask, you can consider me a fairly open book. It's the least I can do for passage at such a steep discount."

She'd paid much more for passage in the past, and there was no reason to believe In would ask anything too dire.

 

[In Rhan]

"Far as I'm concerned, you booked passage. You don't owe me anything but courtesy and not breaking things, in that regard." The Pantoran pointed out a little brusquely. She took her professional obligations very seriously, especially when they were entirely legal and above-board. Delving past the lines of legality came with the business, as did cutting corners and breaking rules while you did so. But In tried not to do so unless she was hard-pressed or it was very lucrative, and she tried to keep that mindset as far away from her legitimate business practices as possible. Too many smugglers, haulers, and couriers had forgotten how vital professional standards were, as far as In was concerned.

"I AM a little curious, though, and I'll offer question-for-a-question if you want to keep it fair." The Pantoran confessed, reclining in her seat. "You wear a blindfold. I don't think it's thin enough to see through, and you don't strike me as the sort to wear a trick blindfold. But you stepped right around a couple potted plants when you came in here." In noted curiously. "Not that I'm prying, but - I'm guessing you have some other way of seeing? Subvocal echolocation, maybe, or something like that?"

With all the talk of darkness and the like on Medi-Creen, she had to add a thoughtful addendum. "Or is it like the hocus back on the station. Invisible. 'The Force'." In asked with the slightest hint of incredulity. A tone that suggested she'd have laughed the idea off the day before Medi-Creen.

 

[Niysha]

It was the exact first question she'd expected, so Niysha nodded genially and offered that curt, casual half-smile she seemed to like so much. "Got it in one," she replied. "I could remove it if you'd like, but I don't think you'd like. I have no eyes and people tend to find it pretty unpleasant." She lifted two fingers and wiggled them in a manner vaguely indicative of poking into a couple of holes. Suggestive, uncomfortably. "My kin are called Miraluka. As you helpfully guessed, we see through the Force."

If this was going to be a give and take, then, Niysha could use it to get a better grasp of who she was speaking to. "Judging by your reactions to the artifact and my sight, you haven't had a lot of interactions with the Force? Many spacers don't." She hesitated a moment, then offered a much more gracious, earnest smile. "You'll find no judgement here. This isn't a religious thing for me. It's biological." And academic, she could add, but that wasn't relevant to the situation.

Niysha mused for a moment just how many countless millions of people in the galaxy were born, grew up, and died in starships and space stations who would never even know of the Force at anything more than a superstitious level. One less, now, for what it was worth.

 

[In Rhan]

In took a moment to process this. She didn't need much MORE than a moment. Mostly just coming to grips with the fact that she same thing that had leaked like a ruptured fuel cell to create all those monsters was somehow the same mechanism that allowed her new business partner to navigate without conventional sight. It seemed implausible flexible, but then, so did electricity if you tried to point to both lightbulbs and droids as functioning on the same fundamental force. "Alright. I think I got it." The Pantoran woman decided, standing from her comfortable seat. In crossed the galley and poured two cups of ship-grown black tea from the caff machine. She set one in front of Niysha as she returned to her seat. "Good to know. I'll keep my pants on around the ship, then." In joked.

"But, yes. Never encountered it before. Or at least, never encountered it in a way that I recognized." In explained. "I've seen blind people who get around pretty good before. I've been to twiggy stations where I've just holed up on my ship and not bothered exploring. If that's your Force, I've probably run into it a time or two."

In sighed and ran her fingers through her hair to fluff it out a little. "You make a decent amount of money? Dealing with problems like that, selling the leftovers to collectors and what-not?" She asked curiously.

 

[Niysha]

Niysha finished her cereal, then shrugged in response. "Enough to get by. It's commission work, so it comes in seasons. I'm currently in a fallow, so this shipment will be a welcome little rainstorm." She indicated to her room with a nod of her head. Where the artifacts were, and also where that box was. She didn't have it with her. It'd be uncouth to bring a sealed box of ancient evil to the breakfast table.

Her turn. "Your business policy is remarkably generous, and you've shown an interest in my business multiple times." Niysha's tone was careful and even. She didn't want to offend. "Has business been slow recently? Your gaze seems to be wandering." There were other words she could've used for that. She chose the diplomatic one. "Desperate" and "wound tight" would've been far too aggressive for a friendly conversation.

As the two of them spoke, Niysha examined more of the ship. The engine was clean and well taken care of. There weren't many signatures walking the halls - just In, it seemed - which meant that this was a solo operation. It must've been exceptionally lonely. That could be her next avenue.

 

[In Rhan]

Gaze wandering? Mildly alarmed, In forced her eyes back towards the rough vicinity of where Niysha's would be, rather than on her gorgeous hair.

"The Dancer is an expensive ship." In explained mildly. "Old. Been treated rough. There's always something on the mend or about to break. Coupled with the fuel costs and the difficulty of being an unaffiliated freighter who moves in largely unincorporated territory, I've got fairly thin margins if I want to keep solvent." The Pantoran explained. "Seems like every third client tries to stiff or run out on me, that doesn't help either. Downside of being a solo act, of being non-human, et cetera. You get it."

"I can't afford to specialize. I haul where I can, and that usually pays the bills. I take courier or shuttle jobs when I think it'll be profitable or safe. I dabble in salvage, if I'm lucky enough to come across something." In listed. "Between you and me, smuggling is fantastic money - but the Dancer isn't a blockade runner and I'm no combat pilot. I only dabble in that when it's exceptionally safe or good money. I take the odd opportunities when they crop up. I live simply. Keeps costs down. What the Dancer lacks in speed I have to make up for with mass and planning."

A small sigh, a dry chuckle. "Which makes an empty cargo bay especially frustrating." In admitted sheepishly, managing a smile. "Not that that's your fault, or problem." The Pantoran promised, forcing herself to sound cheerful. "How's the room? Water hot enough, bed comfy? I take feedback from my favorite resident quite seriously."

 

[Niysha]

Niysha gave a single nod and intentionally didn't remark on where In's attention seemed to be. "The accommodations are much more comfortable here than they were back on the station," she began. "And better than the last freighter I took to get there. I'm looking forward to being near living plants for a few days. It's been a while since I've smelled anything alive."

Money troubles, though, caught her focus. It was always money troubles with In, now that they were off the station and no longer running for their lives and fighting monsters. Well, that wasn't entirely true. In Rhan seemed to have many channels. Channel 1 was "a little pent-up and mid-key gay." Channel 2 was "I'm not cut out for this thing that I'm kicking ass at." This was channel 3, "how am I going to pay for fuel this month?" That one, at least, Niysha could address in a way that might satisfy her host.

"The offer stands. You helped me acquire a very interesting piece at substantial risk to yourself. If you want, you can have the whole collection I've got prepped." She indicated to her room again with a nod of her head. "I can pass along a few of my safest contacts, too, if you need a buyer. I can't promise anything, of course. Antiquarians are pretty unreliable, on the whole."

 

[In Rhan]

In raised her hand slightly, shaking her head a little. "The most I'm accepting from you is half of what you think you can get for the... thing." In asserted firmly. "Anything more than that feels like extortion, and I'm not going to extort somebody just after she saved all those people. I wouldn't be able to live with myself." She'd rather push some needed repairs back and scrimp a little more to get by than to betray a new friend like that. If they were friends. They probably would be eventually, right? If they weren't already. Maybe more?

Now, that depended on Niysha being able to actually sell the thing, or evaluate it for sale - which was why In was happy to negotiate for the value of it. That way she wouldn't be screwed if Niysha decided to keep it for her collection, not that she thought the Miraluka would stiff her. She seemed a pretty forthright sort.

In drummed her fingers on the table, letting her tea cool. "I've got a question. That's not the same blindfold as before - do you have a selection of them? Fancy dress blindfold, date night blindfold, doing-some-painting blindfold?" The Pantoran asked cheerfully. "I would. But I guess I can s- perceive how that might not be as novel for you, depending on how your vision works?"

 

[Niysha]

The noise that came out of Niysha would best be described as "genially dismissive." She stood from the table and walked to the counter, searching for caff. It didn't take her long to find it. "Please don't change your language to try to accommodate me. I'm not disabled, and you won't be offending me." She'd been told to keep an eye on things before. And to keep her eyes peeled. And that something would put her eye out. She'd been told to look away, close her eyes, and countless other aphorisms.

In's question, though, was innocent. When Niysha returned a minute later with caff, she set it down to let it cool and answered directly, like she usually did. "I'm not one for dressing up. I've got a few spares, but they're just basic black cloth." She indicated to the terminal in the room. "If you were to look up Alpheridies fashion on the holo, you'd probably see some pretty interesting ornamental pieces, but wearing something like that out here just creates more fuss than it's worth."

She had an aesthetic. It wasn't far off from In's. Just... more black.

Her turn. "I'm relatively sure you're Pantoran. While I appreciate it, this ship seems a bit warm for what I've heard of your kin. Do you keep it like this for the plants?"

 

[In Rhan]

In replied with a nod. "For awhile, I went out of my way to collect hardier or cold-weather plants - but I'd gotten used to the sweeter stuff, and I missed it. I still have those plants, I just keep them in the little refrigerated storage hole down in the cargo bay. I converted it to a chilly garden. The specialty trays and no-heat lights were too expensive to throw away, and I'm not about to punish the plants for my bad decision" She elaborated. Despite her phrasing implying that this was a dumb mistake she was determined to play for, In's tone suggested pride and excitement about the subject. And why wouldn't it? She'd spent a lot of money and effort trying to get the delicate balance of coolant, UV lamps, and air filtration perfect.

"It IS a pretty warm for me. I drink a lot of water, I take a lot of cold showers, and I don't wear much when I'm home. What I wear is loose and breezy. I also have the air circulator turned up a bit to keep the air moving, which is actually also important for healthy root and stem development in most terrestrial plants. Kind of a double-win in that regard." In listed. "I don't keep many plants in my quarters, and they tend to be the hardy ones who are happy at around zero celsius but don't want ultraviolet lamps. The Dancer is really well suited to this sort of thing, actually. The hull and superstructure are made of three layers intended to baffle various weapon systems, but a side-effect of this is that it's surprisingly economical when it comes to climate control. The desh-terenthium alloy on the outer layer can be used as a makeshift auxiliary heatsink, making it quite easy to regulate the temperature inside the ship without being too rough on the freon reserves or coolant tanks."

In really lit up as she explained how she'd effectively (albeit minimally) undermined the conductive and protective integrity of her ship plating to better accommodate her plant collection.

 

[Niysha]

It was always a joy to see someone pop off about their special interest. Niysha lost herself in the moment, and when she came back, found herself earnestly grinning her... new friend. Yes, she allowed that. It'd been a while since she'd had a friend, honestly, and it was probably a good idea to be a bit less isolated. For a while there she was seriously considering the merits of abandoning the station to pick its corpse clean later, when it was less volatile. That sort of thought wasn't normal, it was Imperial. Imperial thoughts led to Imperial destruction.

Besides, encouraging someone to gush over what they enjoyed made them more receptive when you discussed something you enjoyed.

When In stopped to breathe, Niysha put down her coffee and rested her hands on the shared table, clasped gently and casually. Or patiently. It was a little difficult to tell, with her general detached vibe. "I suddenly find myself keenly motivated to help you keep this minor marvel flying, Captain Rhan," she offered with a quiet, slightly warmer tone than usual. "I haven't cared for plants in a while, but I'm sure I'll be a quick study."

There were contradictions in every person. Few people were more keenly aware of that than the Sith that Niysha had met. Adekos was "cowardly," but had made bold political moves and swept in aggressively to claim what he wanted. Tai Fa was "noble and dangerous," but allowed himself vulnerabilities by leaving his words open to interpretation and entrusting his physical comfort to others. Ignus... honestly, what about him wasn't contradictory? People didn't exist in a finished form if they followed a perfect, uniform pattern.

Niysha was no different. The ideals she'd been raised on, the principles she'd studied, and the way in which she'd learned to survive were paranoid, self-serving, and more than a bit violent. But despite all of that, she enjoyed what peace looked like. She loved looking at life both in its tempestuous natural state and in a more gentle, cultivated form. Plants were lovely. Gardening brought out something similarly lovely in the gardener.

 

[In Rhan]

"Please call me In when we're off the clock." In requested emphatically, offering a thin smile. She folded her arms on the table and chuckled. "Feels a little silly to be called 'Captain' when it's just the two of us. I could understand if we were in public or something..." The Pantoran woman trailed off, her wrist spinning in a slow 'yadda yadda' gesture. "If you're really set on it, I won't stop you. I just don't need that kind of, uh, validation? I guess?"

Her smile became more earnest, relaxed, broad. If In was hectic outside of her comfort zone - and she was - this was her thoroughly inside of it. Breezy and a little languid. "Sure. I'll take you around and introduce you to everyone." In promised. "The plants tend to like being in hyperspace, I think. Less shaking and unregulated air. So you'll get to see their best sides."

In stood with her tea, stretching her back out languidly. Tall, fairly athletic, but very thin. Decorated with bandages and patches from the brawl yesterday, but less sore than she'd thought she'd be. In picked up her tea mug with one hand gestured for Niysha to follow her with the other. "C'mon. You'll want to meet what we're having for lunch. I've got this great little citrus tree that used to share your room, she gives me so many of these tiny, sweet little orangelettes. They're amazing with yoghurt. I used to keep her in your room, but she needed more light and headspace. She's in what goes for the medbay now, which is really more of a clean room where I keep all the bandaids, headache meds, and antiseptic. It has better lights."

Leading the way through the clunky old freighter with a bounce in her step, In smiled sheepishly over her shoulder at Niysha. "I guess you should know where THAT stuff is, too." She realized. "Good thing we're on a tour, then."

The medbay was, of course, just a small utility room with a clean floor and an eclectic handful of first aid kits in a cabinet. There were five citrus trees in planting pots, each about a meter and a half tall. The tallest was nearly two. Judging from the costume-quality stethoscope and nurses' cap hanging from the branches, it was also in charge of the medbay.

 

[Niysha]

A proper tour. Good. Niysha could use the opportunity to stand up and walk around after yesterday. She was still sore in... most places, really, but especially her back and arms. If In were to take a moment, she might notice that her new companion was distinctly lacking in any actual injuries. Not even cuts, and the only bruises were on her hands, where she'd been swinging a metal pipe far too hard. That whole affair and not a single bite or scratch.

It had been a pretty decent while since Niysha had laughed. She wasn't opposed to the idea, by and large. Things weren't normally funny or heartwarming enough to break her composure, but she certainly didn't ignore happy, joyful little things when she found them. Seeing a tree with a nurse cap set her off before she'd even realized what was happening. Her laugh was a little brighter than her speech, but only just. Where her tone was warm, smooth, and quiet, her laughter was gently lilting, like a songbird behind a wall.

It didn't take her long to regain control, clear her throat, and stand at respectful attention. "How should I address the good doctor?"

She felt the need to bow. Or salute. One didn't often get the chance to meet professional plants, and she was quite interested in the whole, constructed fanfiction of this orange tree's medical qualifications and practical experience. She'd need to verify it was a qualified surgeon, of course. And forklift certified.

 

[In Rhan]

Truth be told, In had no characterization or plan for this tree - she didn't tend to anthropomorphize objects, and as much as she loved plans she still considered them to be largely objects. That said, she would have rather cut her pinky off than not 'yes and' after Niysha's adorable laughter and interest. She thanked her lucky stars she'd put those props on the tree on a lark.

"MedTech... Cromslor... likes to keep things relaxed in the medbay, here." In explained, draping a casual arm around the little citrus tree. "She's a strict taskmaster at home, a bit demanding, but on the job she's as relaxed as can be. Military background, you see. This is a cakewalk by comparison to her long, storied career in special operations. Just don't tell anyone - she's not actually a doctor. Was discharged back in 98' for organizing an orgy on base before she got her degree. The military board court martialed her because she didn't invite them. It was a whole huge scandal."

"Anyway, Cromslor would love if you called her like, Mistress or Dame - but you should probably keep it professional-casual with her." In advised cheerfully. "No matter how sullen she gets. Don't believe the theatrics and bitter fruits. If you give her an inch, she'll assume a mile and start stalking you social media. We love her, though."

 

[Niysha]

Another soft, muted giggle. It'd been probably months since Niysha had had a good laugh and now she just couldn't help herself. Once again, she composed herself, this time offering a very slight bow. "Dr. Chromslor, then." She didn't offer any more to the plants. It was clear that In was making up most of this off the top of her head, which meant she was still quite sane and didn't need to fill her mind with imaginary voices.

She was, however, very impressed. As they left the medical closet and moved on to another part of the ship, Niysha found a moment to interject. "You're very creative," she offered quietly. "You don't seem the type to have imaginary plant friends, unless I've missed something that should've been glaringly obvious. Which means you came up with that on the spot."

As the Miraluka walked, she swept through the ship without turning her head. Walking without seeing directly in front of her, without her focus being present in her personal vicinity was a trick that she'd picked up years ago. She was, after all, basically only good at one thing - the Force - and even within that she was specialized in sensory powers. It helped to pick up tricks within your specialty when you were so one-note. Tricks like being able to become acquainted with the vents and cables running through the ground beneath them, following them to their terminus at the power junction down in engineering. Back. Refocusing to a plant, following its internal streams back to their terminus in its roots, in the soil beneath.

A lovely little dual-ecosystem, the two rarely interacting outside of atmospherics and climate control.

Her attention returned to In. She didn't follow her innards to their terminus. She knew as much as she needed to about the human (or Pantoran, or Miralukan) body, thank you very much.