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Aria didn't understand the greeting the Kel Dor used, but she dipped into a polite bow in return nonetheless, thankful that there were still ways to communicate inter-species when some had different greeting rituals. It had seemed pleasant enough and she hoped that returning the bow in the usual manner of a Jedi greeting would be sufficient to show him that they meant no ill will. The young woman let Mex do most of the explaining, not only had he founded the Grey Order but he had always been better with words than she had. 

While Mex questioned the newcomer about his connection to the Force, Aria's attention was diverted to the astromech that was glued to his side. The little droid whirred and beeped as if it were uncomfortable with the whole situation. Crouching down to its height in an attempt to appear less threatening, Aria balanced on her haunches and smiled. 
"Hey there, little guy. I know we look scary but I promise, we won't hurt you or your master." perhaps it was silly of her to talk to a droid, but she was always keen to treat them as much like a person as was possible. They were intelligent enough to understand everything and they could feel nervousness and fear just the same as any other sentient being. She was aware that Arcas and Drokan had joined them behind her and grimaced, she could almost feel the other Sith-trained man laughing at her for approaching the little droid.
 
Raising her voice so it would carry across the gap between them, she added. "Or at least, we aren't supposed to. But some of us forget that we should try to be friendly, I think. Don't worry about Arcas, he's all bark and no bite." she promised the astromech, patting the top of its outer casing to reassure it and giving a chuckle of her own. She and Arcas had a similar background, both had been trained by Force sensitives who had been more in tune with the Dark Side and the Sith's way of teaching, and as such they had developed a rivalry of sorts. One was always trying to out-do the other and they were constantly taking verbal jabs at each others' expense, Mex frequently had to berate them and monitor their sparring sessions to ensure that they didn't get carried away and go too far.