Drifter

The Jedi Archives,
If Ren's agenda didn't call for complete and utter detachment she might've bought into the atmosphere of the place. Perhaps even grappled with the thought of her lone insignificance in the face of eons upon eons of knowledge, or whatever philosophical bull-chit the Jedi got up to.
But self-reflection was decidedly beneath her at the moment.
With the practiced ease of any low-life with nefarious intent, the girl slinked her way through the labyrinth, stripped of any tell-tale signs of the underworld as she scanned the space cirictally. Sneaking into the Jedi Temple of all places was admittedly beyond her typical scope of operation. But desperate times call for desperate, often miscalculated measures. And being one to give into self-destructive habits on the regular, she couldn't bring herself to pass up the job offer as it was dished out.
After all, how hard would stealing some small-scale relic really prove to be? From the looks of it, the Archives were already in serious need of some deep-cleaning.

