Dariea, who now stood in a shadowed corner of the office, leaning her back against the wall, her arms crossed and eyes closed, simply listened as they spoke, choosing to feel everything through the Force, rather than observing with her eyes. That was, until the droid came floating into the room with a youngling hanging from its arm. She shook her head lightly, but there was a barely noticeable smile tugging at the corner of one of her lips. "Honestly, Le'ana, you really arm a trouble maker, aren't you?" she addressed the young girl as she pushed herself from the wall and strode towards her with a somewhat stern look on her face, which was not lessened much by the nearly hidden hint of a smile.<br/><br/>"Come now," Dareia lifted the girl, prying her off of the droid's arm and placing her on the floor near the door. "Off with you, before I'm forced to tell Master Yoda what you've been up to," she instructed the young girl who squeaked before spinning on her heels and speeding off down the hallway. She had half a mind to holler after the girl about running in the halls of the temple, but decided against it, simply shaking her head and turning back to the two men. "She reminds me a lot of you when you were a youngling," Master Kals spoke up with the faintest of smirks on his face.<br/><br/>Dareia shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose lightly, "So, basically, this is karma," she summarized his implications before sighing and waving a hand, "Back to the matter at hand," she attempted to steer the conversation back to a more productive topic and, more importantly, away from her childhood antics. Master Kals nodded and turned his attention back to the droid that soon began playing the holo-disks. Dareia leaned against the edge of the desk and watched them as well. Some were similar to what he had showed her before, but then there were others that went beyond what she had seen.<br/><br/>A small frown creased the face of the Master, yet as was often the case, Dareia's facial expression remained largely unchanged as she watched. Once they had finished watching the content on the disk, Master Kals leaned back, interlacing his fingers in front of him and appearing to contemplate what he had just seen. "If what you have shown me is truly what is to come, then we must act soon, before it is too late," he spoke almost as if thinking out loud. He paused and appeared to be in thought, as if considering the consequences if they were wrong. Dareia looked at the man and spoke to him telepathically, the words she spoke for him alone.<br/><br/>After a moment, the Master looked to her, appeared to contemplate for a moment before nodding and standing. "I will speak to Master Windu and request a meeting of the Council be held as soon as the majority of members are able to attend. In the meantime, you have permission to gather any additional information you can, either from this man or otherwise. I expect a full report of everything you learn at the Council meeting, and in writing by tomorrow," he instructed. She smiled lightly, "Yes, Master," she replied, standing back to her full height and looking to the younger man. "Come on, Tib, we're going to my office," she addressed him casually before waving to the Master and walking out the door, expecting that Tiberian would follow.<br/><br/>"And Dareia," the Master called out to her, prompting her to stop and look back over her shoulder. "If you could get a plan together..." he began and she nodded, "You've got it," she replied before continuing to walk away, towards her own office. "You really are incapable of bringing me a simple case, aren't you," he spoke in a normal tone, more thinking out loud than speaking to her. "Simple isn't really my style," Dareia called back, tossing a grin over her shoulder before disappearing around a corner.<br/><br/>"Here we are," she gestured to a door as they approached her office. The door swung open for them and the light turned on before they entered. "Sit where ever you'd like," she gave a small waving gesture. The office, unlike that of Master Kals, was in pristine condition. Every item in the room had a place and nothing was out of place. Dareia walked to the desk on one side of the room, the chair turning so that she could take a seat and then turning back towards the desk. Directly across from the desk were two chairs and on the far side was a couch with small tables on each side. The decorations in the room were minimal but not nonexistent. The appearance of the room made it unclear whether the room was rarely used or if she simply preferred things to be clean and organized.<br/><br/>"Right. So, how about it? Do you have anything else that you want to share or that I need to know before we start working on a plan?" She asked curiously. She had plenty of things she wanted to know, most of which were about him, who exactly he was, where he originally came from, and so on. But for the moment she thought that she would hold off and see what additional information he would offer. She knew that Master Kals had wanted to ask many of the same questions she did, and he would be expecting at least some semblance of an answer in her report.<br/><br/>It wasn't unreasonable to want to know who it was they were trusting, all things considered. And getting to know a little about him would also make it a little easier to defend him and what he was proposing, should such become necessary. But perhaps they should commence with any necessary research and come up with a plan for the moment. Once this was done, she thought they would likely have a little time left to get to know one another before the Council would convene. This was a guess, of course, but an educated one. Gathering the Council, many of whom were scattered around the galaxy, some fighting skirmishes or battles as they spoke, was not the easiest thing to do. And for something as important as this, they would want as many members as possible to be present.<br/><br/>It would be several hours, if they were lucky, longer if they weren't. At any rate, from what she had seen and he had told them so far, it seemed like they had that time, at least. They needed to act quickly, to move swiftly, but they were not in such a big hurry that they could afford to ignore the fact that none of them knew anything about the man providing them with information. They could not ignore that information, but neither could they fully trust it without being able to trust the one from whom the information came. They could spare a little time to remedy this little issue before focusing on the larger issue at hand.<br/><br/>Dareia was not known to be the most trusting individual, despite her apparent carefree and friendly attitude. If he could earn her trust, even a little, it would go a long way to helping him to gain that of others. Right now, she had no reason to believe he had any ill-intentions towards her or the other Jedi, but likewise, she had no reason to trust that his intentions were pure. Self-preservation was a good enough reason to want to keep Palpatine from gaining full control of the galaxy, but it was far from enough to prove that his intentions beyond that were pure. He was, for the moment, a bit of an enigma, and as intriguing as that was for someone like her, she could not allow him to remain as such, at least not entirely. There was no way that they could fully understand him or his intentions in the short time that they would have, but they could try to better understand them.<br/><br/>They did not even always fully understand one another, so that much was tot be expected. But even if they did not always understand one another, they knew enough to know that, even if one was somewhat enigmatic, such as herself, they were guided by the principles of the Jedi, and their actions would always be done with the intent to protect and to preserve peace and life as much as possible. He was not a Jedi, so his intentions and purpose, the principles that guided his actions, if such existed at all, were presently unknown.<br/><br/>And again, while knowing that he wanted to stop Palpatine and prevent the events that would likely lead to his own death along with theirs might be enough for them to trust that he was telling the truth and aiding them in stopping him, it was a far cry from trusting that he would not betray them in the end. Whether she had reason to distrust him or not, for better or worse, her tendency has always been to expect the worst, even if you want to hope for the best. This way if you are wrong, it is a pleasant surprise, and if you are right, at least you are prepared.<br/><br/>With that in mind, she would try to learn whatever she could, beginning as soon as possible. But she would do so without appearing suspicious, as she always did. Her mind and emotions would not betray her inherent lack of trust, as it was not a conscious thought or emotion, nor would her thoughts be open for him to read. She supposed that guarding her thoughts might be seen as a sign of distrust, but it was simply how she always was. Rarely did she leave her mind open, even around those she trusted with her life. Even around the Council. The only thing her emotions or her demeanor would express was curiosity, this was something she never bothered to hide. She was curious by nature and she never hid this. Tiberian and this whole situation were very curious, so naturally, she was quite intrigued, which showed in her eyes as she peered at him from across the desk, her elbow resting on the object, her chin in her palm, a light smile on her lips as she waited for him to speak.