The young man wasn't wrong when he said that psychometrics wouldn't get what he wanted. Luckily, for her purposes, they worked just fine. Of course, it would be much easier if he were alive, but it was<span style="font-style: italic">technically</span>frowned upon--or was it forbidden? Who could remember?--for her to use her abilities on a living being, especially one who has a clear follower of the dark side. She could glean some information telepathically, which was less risky, but in general, her psychometric abilities would be able to extract more memories and information from the deeper parts of the mind. At any rate, she still found some useful information, so she couldn't complain.<br/><br/>Once she had finished, she followed him as they walked towards the freighter. "I'm Dareia," she replied to his introduction, "Nice to meet you," she added in an almost carefree tone before asking why he was doing all of this. She would love to assume he had good intentions, but nowadays, it was never safe to assume anything. Instead, she asked and then gauged his answer through the Force to determine whether or not he was telling the truth. Again, she sensed no deceit as he explained his reasons for doing what he was doing. This, however, begged the question of how exactly he knew all of this.<br/><br/>She showed no visible change in her demeanor as he spoke, simply contemplating what he was saying and the implications. She frowned slightly, however, at his latter words. She felt an odd sense of foreboding, although this she kept to herself. "Wonderful," she responded, her voice heavy with sarcasm. She had little else to say at this particular moment. She had many questions and it was true that it was rather unlike her not to ask them here and now, however, she was quite certain that she was not the only one who wished to ask these questions and she thought it in poor taste to make him answer the same questions multiple times. That was always a drag, after all.<br/><br/>She turned the corner after he did and glanced over the vehicle as they approached, following him up the ramp. She was a step or two behind him and the body of the deceased Sith floated along behind her, off on her left side. She paused when he phased through the doors. Not because she was shocked or anything of that nature, but because the door had not yet opened. She waited a moment for the doors opened and then walked through them, the body of the Sith floating off to a corner of the cargo bay and gently resting on the floor, as though of its own accord, while Dareia continued to follow Tiberian.<br/><br/>She didn't respond to his welcome, not really knowing what to say. Instead she quietly observed the inside of the freighter. She glanced at the juice bar and decided that a drink probably wouldn't hurt. While a cup and the container of the juice with the lightest flavor floated out and the container began to fill the glass, she glanced at the young man. She could tell he was using the Force, influencing the ship. She wondered why it was that he so casually exposed his skills. Was it because he didn't view her as an enemy or because he simply didn't care? Perhaps both.<br/><br/>Either way, it wasn't exceptionally important, so she didn't dwell on the thought. She took the cup of juice when it floated over to her and continued to follow him. "You're kind of strange," she commented casually, as if she were making an observation. There was nothing in her voice to indicate any judgment of anything of that nature behind the comment. It was simply an observation and nothing more. There was also nothing to indicate what in particular she was referring to, or if there was anything in particular that brought on the comment. There wasn't, really, it was simply her conclusion after everything she had seen. He was unusual. That wasn't necessarily good or bad, it simply was. It seemed as though he didn't really particularly care about much of anything, yet he was acting out of a desire to stop whatever plans the Dark Lord of the Sith had for the galaxy, which she quite certainly a lot of death and destruction. Clearly he cared about something, despite basically everything else about him indicating that he did not. It was... strange.<br/><br/>"Well, anyways. Once we get to the Temple, I'll take you to see the lead Jedi Investigator and then to the Council," she changed the topic. "I'm sure they will want to hear what you have to say. Just be prepared for a lot of questions," she explained, leaning against the door-frame and eyeing him. "If you get tired or whatever, just let me know. They can be exhausting sometimes, especially now, with everything that's going on. And with the intel it appears you have, they're liable to grill you for the next week if you let them," she explained, pausing and then adding, "I won't let them, so don't worry," she assured him, making it clear that she had assumed responsibility for his well-being, at least while he was with them.