Kijani let out an exhale of sheer relief when she noticed her Master was unharmed. She shut her saber off finally, rubbing a wrist that was starting to become sore. “You’re alright, Master. I’m so glad.” She paused, seeing the stormtrooper count at his feet. “Uh. And evidently had no need of my help at all. Good to know.” 

With that settled, she spun to face Adam. “I don’t know how you knew to be here, but it’s very good to see you. Very good indeed.” Her voice was measured. Calm. Even her words had been carefully chosen. But she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him – as if he would up and disappear like fog. There was something just underneath the gold of her eyes. Was it fear, or hope?

“Right, where are my manners. Introductions.” She stepped out of the way between the two men. “Adam Skywalker, Prince Eskel of Naboo. Prince Eskel, Adam Skywalker of Tattooine. Gentlemen, you are officially acquainted. Now we need to figure out how to get out of this mess.”