Terra nodded, lightly tracing her hand along the many articles of clothing... so many that she never recollected having so many at once. She turned to face him.<br/><br/>"With the way things are being run... I loathe to admit I'm not surprised... There's too much tension... I feel as if a civil war may be brewing thanks to the Separatist movements..." she quipped. Politics wasn't something she wanted to speak of, not on the first day at least.<br/><br/>She accepted the datapad, briefly glancing over the detailing of the lightfoil hilt. She certainly would be able to make both hilts for her duo lightsabers to disguise them into lightfoils. Terra took the outfit, draping it over her arm as she looked back at Val-El. "Yes, Master," she replied with a nod.<br/><br/>"I think I will try on the outfit, and get to working on the hilts," she insisted hesitantly.