<strong>Quen</strong><br/><br/>At the strange woman's touch, Quen looked u pwith a scowl as only a Weequay could.  He recognized the student, though.  That alone, well, combined with his control kept his tongue moderately still.  However . . .<br/><br/>"I realize that the tradiational and proper forms are slipping with this generation of Jedi, but I was unaware that it had extended to padawans, even advanced ones, touching their Masters in such familiar ways, without invitation," he said in a somewhat gutteral Basic, "Now that you have wasted perhaps the last four hours of my work . . . perhaps some time in the kitchens might be in order . . ."  This particular master wasn't exactly the best to force oneself upon, especially when he was studying.  However, the traditionalist was willing to bend under certain circumstances.  Depending on the intruder.<br/><br/>Fortunately for most of his students, he'd mastered his emotional states quite a while ago.  In fact, surprisingly fast given his species.  But, he'd been driven by a bit of a desire, he had to admit, to cease traveling and to acquire greater access to the Order's records.