Kam looked up, staring basically through the holo of Ghoutta’s entourage at Jiljoo. He went silent for a moment, taken aback by her clear command of Basic, so different from her usual pidgin. Her native Ryl still gave her words an exotic accent, but they were measured, clear, and easily understandable. And, of course, he flushed lightly at her use of the term “Master”.<br/><br/>“Jiljoo, how’d you know that?” he asked, stepping around the holoprojector consol. He wasn’t upset with her; in fact, it was quite the opposite. He’d heard the quiet sadness in her tone, and could<i>feel</i>it as well. “Was your ‘master’ one of Ghoutta’s crew?” He walked over and placed a gentle hand on the Twi’lek’s shoulder. “I know it might be hard, but we’d appreciate anything you could tell us about him and his underlings.”