<div align="center">Ren'ava</div><br/>Ren'ava wandered into the room, sheathing her lightsaber.  Cleaned and calibrated, ready for action, just as it should be.  "Teaching the Jedi the gray?"  She smirked at that, "There's a funny joke there, I just can't put my finger on it."<br/><br/>Really?  "You sent for me?" she asked calmly.<br/><br/>She never did like anyone poking around inside her head, but she wasn't of such a temperament as to admonish someone for trying.  Blocking them was enough.