Mecohn bit his lower lip and adjusted his expression to mirror the man's own as he looked back at the pair of Ithorians who seemed to be having the time of their lives. Something about the coldness coming from this man was almost as intense as the warm breath that had been in his face moments before. He shifted a bit uncomfortably in his new clothes. The outfit had been a gift and though jedi were supposed to be an austere lot with no worries about their appearance, he adored the clothing. The dark brown pants and complementary cherry brown boots and gloves contrasted well with the white belt and pale yellow shirt. The look was as tailored as could be to match the white and deep cream colored fur of his face and the auburn of his hair. The clothing must've just been stiff, it needed to be worn in was all.<br/><br/>Against his better judgement, he opened his mouth to speak to the man once more but saw he was busy reading and so went back to looking around the transport at all the people. Apparently, one of the Ithorians had said something the other wasn't too keen on and the pair had become very quiet.<br/><br/>"The force works in mysterious ways," he joked under his breath as the maglev began to slow to a stop.<br/><br/>The fuzzy intercom buzzed to life with an animated female voice<span style="font-weight: bold">Galactic City Stop: Senate district </span>the doors of the transport slid open as the intercom sputtered out and people began to pour outward.<br/><br/>"oh- uh-um, 'senate district' this is my stop...," his voice shook as he addressed no one in particular. He gave an awkward half glance at the man next to him, before slipping through the crowd once more.<br/><br/>"Hello, I'm- no... Senator, miss- uh Padme.... ma'am? no-...hmm" he debated with himself nervously under his breath as to how to properly greet a Senator as he walked. Usually, his master did the introducing and all he had to focus on was the work. Being alone again, it still wasn't any easier.