The penthouse, luxurious as it was, still reminded Allandra of nothing so much as a prison cell, and her current status was clearly between solitary confinement and house arrest--the staff were polite but distant, and also quite skilled at stopping her from taking so much as an afternoon stroll in the park without a chaperone.<br/><br/>Specifically, two chaperones: hulking brutes in body armor, clearly meant to discourage unauthorized contact with the locals.<br/><br/>Nobody visited.  Nobody invited her to their parties.  Nobody, in fact, seemed to know (or care) that she was here, and that was almost certainly what Mother had intended.<br/><br/>So the robed figure enjoying a cup of tea at her table early one morning came as something of a surprise: the man looked human enough, but his robes said 'Jedi'.  He saw her emerge from her bedchamber in a dressing gown and raised his cup in salute.<br/><br/>"Good morning, my lady.  I hope you slept well?  I apologize for the intrusion, but time is of the essence."  He gestured to the seat opposite.  "I took the liberty of preparing a light breakfast for you."