Marionn L'sa
Echani
While she couldn't shake the now-persistent and peculiar feeling she'd discovered, the new arrival certainly was enough to take her mind off things. Recognizing the tense movement of her fellow Echani, Marionn's hands stilled against the edges of the newly encased pillow she held. His alarm was, to put it lightly, rather unnecessary and off-putting. Her father had been a mercenary, so she knew the level of alert sensitivity someone of the trade would usually employ, but there was something much more to Uther. She knew then, instantly, two things. The first, he was hiding something, something very likely dangerous. And secondly, she no longer wanted to be alone in the same room as him, door open or not. With a quick wave and half-hearted smile toward the Mandalorian in the hall (having missed his bird-like companion), she quickly placed the pillow upon the bed, and rushed to otherwise complete her task.
Then came the hard part. With Uther at the door, she would have to come very close to him in order to leave the room at all, even as something in the back of her mind screamed for her to stay away. Her heart hammering in her throat, she took a couple paces forward, eying the pistol he'd been so quick to unsnap before. Had he actually meant to use it on Master Verd, should he have meant harm? In these halls? What, was he mental? Nervously, she chewed lightly upon her inner cheek, trying to gauge the probability that Uther would leave the room to greet Isley. With Master Verd speaking to them all collectively, she near-instantly discounted the possibility.
... Wait. Why had she become so frazzled at all? Her father always carried a gun, and several other men around her always had. Marionn had no misgivings on the fact that they all knew how to use them, and had done so with deadly accuracy in the past. So she'd been spooked by a feeling she couldn't explain? While she'd always generally been able to get a good read on people, there had been times that Marionn had been mistaken. It really could be just a freak incident; she really should just brush it off. Slowly, she relaxed, and the further she reassured herself, the less she was bothered by the nagging and obscure feeling, until it disappeared entirely. Resolved, she was able to bring a new warmth to her smile, stepping forward to place herself at Uther's elbow, leaning very slightly around him to view the others. She didn't have to introduce herself, considering Uther had supplied her first name, she figured. Her blue eyes studied them carefully, but her smile didn't wane.
"Well, I'm done now, actually. I assume you all have business to take care of, so I should be going..."
Then came the hard part. With Uther at the door, she would have to come very close to him in order to leave the room at all, even as something in the back of her mind screamed for her to stay away. Her heart hammering in her throat, she took a couple paces forward, eying the pistol he'd been so quick to unsnap before. Had he actually meant to use it on Master Verd, should he have meant harm? In these halls? What, was he mental? Nervously, she chewed lightly upon her inner cheek, trying to gauge the probability that Uther would leave the room to greet Isley. With Master Verd speaking to them all collectively, she near-instantly discounted the possibility.
... Wait. Why had she become so frazzled at all? Her father always carried a gun, and several other men around her always had. Marionn had no misgivings on the fact that they all knew how to use them, and had done so with deadly accuracy in the past. So she'd been spooked by a feeling she couldn't explain? While she'd always generally been able to get a good read on people, there had been times that Marionn had been mistaken. It really could be just a freak incident; she really should just brush it off. Slowly, she relaxed, and the further she reassured herself, the less she was bothered by the nagging and obscure feeling, until it disappeared entirely. Resolved, she was able to bring a new warmth to her smile, stepping forward to place herself at Uther's elbow, leaning very slightly around him to view the others. She didn't have to introduce herself, considering Uther had supplied her first name, she figured. Her blue eyes studied them carefully, but her smile didn't wane.
"Well, I'm done now, actually. I assume you all have business to take care of, so I should be going..."