<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/Purple%20andBlack_zpsucqavhib.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cinjin Race<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Meeting Room<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Jedi Padawan<br/><br/>Cinjin had found that most species preferred that you faced them, at least to some degree, while speaking with them.  With that in mind, he turned a hooded face to Gasrel.  "I think that is an excellent idea.  With a library of knowledge this vast, there should be something useful that we can find.  Would you object to some company?"<br/><br/>He had already secured the half-cloak back around his shoulder.  He was mildly disappointed that Myara had refused it, depriving him of her intoxicating scent.  Then again they would shortly be on a ship together and he'd be getting a significant dose of her pheromones.  He had much in common with the mischievous Twi'lek and yet there were many ways in which they differed.  She, of all the assembled students, was as likely as he was to try using non-violent means to settle a dispute.  Her humour was similar to his in some ways but she clearly chaffed against some of the rules and was far more outgoing than he was.<br/><br/>Had he the choice of only one of the others to work with, he would choose Gasrel.  As much as Myara caught his attention, she caught too much of his attention.  When there was work to be done, she would prove an enormous distraction.  The way her scent teased his nose drew his mind away from the topic and hand and toward other things.  He'd learned very quickly that if he wanted to pay attention to his lessons, he needed to be some distance away.<br/>