The other figure opposite Vader inclined her head gracefully. Despite wearing a polished black mask that hid her face, and every expression, there was a sense of aloof regality in her posture. "When have I ever, Lord Vader? Perish the thought that I would run low of expectations."  The red-painted lips on her mask were forever upturned in a slight smile, like she knew something that others didn't. Eyes painted dark, and forever wide, watching, watching, watching....

"Considering what happened to the last station, I am less than surprised that the workers continue to drag their heels. They likely need a touch of redirection. Less of the whip, more of the sugar."

Despite knowing that Lord Vader could not see it, Oratrix smiled beneath her mask. There was a tightness in Oratrix's poise. Perfect control, like a dancer balanced on tiptoe. A beauty that seemed effortless - unless you knew the years of work that went into making it seem just that.

"It will be my utmost pleasure, my lord. I anticipate your future praise." She inclined her head in a bow, ever the polite charmer.