So concerned with her sore head Ivaadi barely heard the words from the person below until the question that was almost directly posed to her. She froze, her hand stopping its continuous rubbing of her sore lekku as another curse escaped her lips. Whoops. How could she have been so stupid as to make noise? Hitting her head was one thing, but actually speaking?! That made it quite obvious that she was human and not just some kind of phantom noise in the vents. She had really screwed up. What was she going to do? She could try to sneak away... but then whoever it was would get suspicious. If she just acted like she was supposed to be in here. Yes that was probably the best way forward from here. Pretend she was... she would work something out. She was smart enough to do that. 

"I wouldn't call it your ceiling," the twi'lek muttered, shuffling forward to peer through the ventilation grate. It was the mechanic she had been watching at work, quite obviously considering no one else was in that workshop, and she seemed to have climbed up onto a workbench to reach the grate. She frowned, lightly purple eyes narrowing. "Hello, I apologise for disturbing you at your work. If you could please just continue." It was immediately after saying these words she realised that the other woman probably wouldn't just return to her work. Most people would want an explanation. She momentarily forgot the fact that she was, in fact, in a confined space when she tried to move into a sitting position beside the grate only to hit her head again. Ow. As if it hadn't hurt enough the first time!

"Excuse me," she murmured, bending over to move the grate away. Thankfully very few of them were properly screwed in making it really quite easy for her to get in and out of the ducts. Right now she was going to get out. She certainly wasn't going to hold a conversation while in here. What if someone came along? The less people that knew about her being in the air ducts the better really. And she might hit her head again. It wasn't normal for her to do that but today just didn't seem to be her lucky day. With the grate out of the way she quite agilely hopped out, grabbing the edge of the duct beside the hole where the grate had been to allow her to swing down and land gracefully on the flor avoiding most of the debris from whatever had exploded. She then turned to Aelyn, arms folded. "Before you ask for an explanation I was up there cleaning," she lied quiet easily. "The explosion made me hit my head, which still hurts by the way!" Her gaze turned into a glare and she looked quite annoyed as she rubbed her left lekku, obviously now blaming Aelyn for that current problem.

After a bit of glaring she glanced around the workshop curiously. While she had watched mechanics at work a few times when she happened to come to this area she had never really seen all the tools up close. This kind of thing had always interested her and it was the reason she had come to this section more than once. Mahuva's palace was large enough for Vi to not have explored every area of the air ducts and most of the time she liked to change where she was. Kept things entertaining and meant different people to hear secrets and gossip from. "So are you indentured to the all mighty purple hutt? Or do you choose to work... [i]here[/i]?"