Dareia glanced from the body on the ground to the young man across from her who drew the lightsaber to himself and began to dismantle it. She could sense that he wouldn't run, so rather than stare at him and expect a verbal answer that she thought she was unlikely to get, she knelt down and placed a hand on the deceased Sith. The Jedi council wasn't fond of her using her ability on dead bodies, but they were even less fond of her using it on living beings, so she decided that it was acceptable. Well, at least more so than if she had tried to do it while he was still alive, anyways. But that didn't matter.<br/><br/>She stared intently at the body as she used her ability to search for any useful information she could glean from the Sith. She hated using her abilities on Sith. They had way too many emotions and these emotions were transferred to her almost as though they were her own. Yet, she showed no outward sign that this bothered her at all, she simply looked at the man, her expression an unchanged mask throughout the process. After a few moments she blinked, removing her hand from the body and standing, pursing her lips for a moment before turning her attention to the young man muttering about hating red synthetic crystals.<br/><br/>To be on the safe side, she created a telepathic shield to protect her mind from any invasion, whether by the young man across from her or someone else. She was not sure what the young man was capable of, at this point, other than those few things she had seen thus far. She thought it unlikely that someone with no training would be a skilled enough telepath to infiltrate her mind enough to glean any useful information, but she wasn't one to leave things to chance. All things considered, she figured that the chances were at least marginally higher than with your average Force Sensitive, anyways, so it wasn't worth the risk.<br/><br/>"True," she replied to his first comment, noting that he sounded almost disappointed that the man had been killed. Of course, in general, most Jedi would try to avoid killing if possible but she had several reasons for not taking that course of action in this particular instance, not that she cared to share them at this very moment. She didn't miss his comment about him making an annoying puppet, filing it away in her memory but not commenting on it. She chose not to speak again until after his comment about drawing one from each side and how it had only partially gone how he wanted it to. Dareia shrugged casually, "I would apologize, but I'm not really sorry for killing a Sith, so I won't," she replied with a small smile that showed no actual joy.<br/><br/>He then mentioned having a freighter nearby and suggested that they take it if she intended to take him with her, which she did. She sensed no ill-intent, nor any deceit from him, so after a brief moment's consideration, she gave a nod. "Alright, then," she replied, lifting the Sith's body from the ground with a wave of her hand. Best not leave it lying around on the street. There were no bugs or trackers on him that she could find, so there should be no harm in bringing him along. "Lead the way," she gestured for him to do so and followed him to the freighter. "What's your name, kid?" she asked, although she was fairly certain that she wasn't much older than he was.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure he would give his name, as she thought it seemed as though he had thus far kept his identity a secret. He had nothing to fear from her, unless he made a move against her, but did he know that? Possibly, given that he seemed to be coming along at least semi-willingly. Not that she necessarily trusted that this would go without a hitch. He didn't give off any vibes that warned her that he would try anything, but then, he really didn't give off many vibes at all, so she knew she couldn't rely on that. She had no intention of blindly trusting anyone or letting her guard down. It just wasn't who she was.<br/><br/>Despite her apparent effortless nonchalance, she was almost never relaxed. Her mind was always searching for something, always seeking different scenarios, looking for clues to indicate which would come to pass. Because of this, her senses, both physical and her Force Sense abilities were heightened, and because of this, they were always on alert, making true rest and relaxation difficult. She did an excellent job of appearing relaxed even when she was not, though. Those Masters most skilled in telepathy or empathy could see through this, of course, but most others overlooked it, which was just fine with her, as she had no desire to talk about it.<br/><br/>"What made you decide to do all this, anyways?" she asked casually, as though it were nothing more than passing curiosity. It was, in a way, as she tended to be quite curious about a lot of things, and she was not at all shy about asking when such questions crossed her mind. She wasn't sure whether he would answer or not, but it never hurt to ask.