Tall Mute Goblin Lady
After discovering that she had been punched rather unceremoniously by a member of the royal guard, Rayne was instructed by the Jedi to seek out "Her Excellency, the Voice of Naboo." Apparently they were to have sent word so that she may meet with her in the royal capital of Theed. Rayne, for her part, was not eager to meet with this person. "Her Excellency" was certainly a noble title if she had ever heard one. She already felt inadequate talking to all of those Jedi people. Surely this would be even more of a disaster.
It felt wrong to be in such a nice place and be wearing a simple jumpsuit. Not like Rayne had other options of what to wear. She owned very little, just her work clothes and pajamas. It wasn't that she hadn't looked longingly at a dress or two from afar, they just weren't in her budget. Of course, the other struggle she continued to have was the loss of her ship. Without it, Rayne was a bit stranded on Naboo, and her funds were admittedly limited. Everything she needed was still back on Mothership Hera, hidden away in the planet's orbit. If anything, maybe this discussion could at least get her off of the planet. She had doubts that the soldier in question would ever be punished for their actions. It wasn't like she was anybody of particular interest or value. Not beside a king.
Eventually she found herself in an office-sized space, one with a meeting table surrounded by five or so chairs. Even this meeting room was lavish, decorated by various plants, ornate hanging lights, and stained glass sprinkled about in modest implementation. The young Twi'lek woman felt her stomach turn at the sight of this place alone, her Lekku curling in on themselves.
She wasn't supposed to be here.
Even so, Rayne sat herself down in a chair. That is where she remained, stiff and unmoving. Almost unblinking, even. She was just trying her best to focus on staying calm. The last thing she needed to do was wind up doing something stupid in front of the Voice of Naboo.