That was an obvious alias if she'd ever heard one. Granted, it really wasn't anything new, when one considered just where they sat. Given the circumstances Sayl decided it would be in her best interests to introduce herself by a nickname as well, due in part to the off-kilter feelings she still harbored towards him. Those same feelings were only kindled more by the way he watched her, unblinking, reminiscent of some type of predator studying its prey. That was something she would at least pretend to ignore for the moment. This was no time to show just how uneasy she was feeling, not with someone so unpredictable. "Most people call me Sixer."
There was a faint darkness that seemed to roll off of the man in waves, something she attributed to her innate but of yet untrained Force abilities. So this one was a dark sider. It wasn't something that came as too much of a surprise, given how she'd perceived his demeanor without aid of the energy field. And unlike most others that claimed themselves to be Jedi, at least in some loose semblance of the word, she had no issue with those that walked a different path as long as they treated her with much of the same relative indifference.
Now she pondered his statement regarding, as he'd put it, "The book and its 'rules.'" The plain disregard he had for that sort of structure was blatant, but not something she entirely disagreed with. Being one raised without what most people would call common morals, her own code was something along the lines of, 'If I don't get caught, how bad can it be?'. It was refreshing, in some sense of the word, that he seemed to share the same viewpoint.
"I think we can agree there, at least. Rules make everything...boring. The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules."
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