<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/be/78/f2be7848ac901df8906d56b40283be62.jpg)</div>As soon as the Jedi said the words "blast Separatist scum", Lyn's eyes lit up, her lips forming into impish smile. "Them starting a civil war and makin' so much folk fear for their lives isn't right! Their moms didn't spank them enough when they were younglings, so I reckon' someone else needs to do the spanking now..." she said musingly. After reading so much about Separatists atrocities in the HoloNet while she stayed on Corruscant, Lyn felt that it was only right that the Separatists would get what they deserved.  And if they could make some stuff explode in the process... well, she wouldn't object to that. Though, Lyn herself wasn't sure why she was so fascinated with explosions. Perhaps it was all the adventure novels that she read?<br/><br/>Then, she turned to the techie as she felt her attention. Lyn frowned, hearing "Muscle", then looked over herself, trying to understand what did the Togruta girl mean. Well, she did have<em>some</em>muscle, but while beautiful and near perfect, her lean frame wasn't as muscular as most of the warrior monks had. But then, she brightened up. "Ah, camouflage!" she exclaimed, raising a finger and nodding to herself. It was a wise suggestion. They would be just like camouflaged predators, sneaking up to their prey. She looked at the techie, sizing her up until the handler's hologram caught her attention.<br/><br/>As the handler responded, Lyn listened intently; she never missed an opportunity to learn, not when the greatest adventure of her life was about to begin. His words made sense to her, the monks, the villagers and city folk on her planet weren't numerous, but they all talked. Her pranks on the monks, her tricks to evade cleaning duties, the crazy stories she told gullible shopkeepers and pretty much everything she did became known very fast among the people. And people were people everywhere she guessed, so their arrival will probably be known by everyone who would care to know.<br/><br/>After a few moments considering the words of their handler, Lyn spoke up, alternating her gaze between the hologram and Vex to address them both. "Most folks, I reckon are fond telling themselves little stories and then believe in them! This... Junkfort... the black market modifications is something... illegal, right? So if we would camouflage properly, why not have get somethin' so illegal that the baddies would say 'oh, they can't be devious spies of the Republic, their bosses would never allow them to have<em>that</em>and then we would say 'of course we are not spies! Why would you think so, ha, ha!'"<br/>The last sentence Lyn said with different voices, one gravely and low and the second part in a normal voice that was supposed to represent their answer.<br/>She thought for a moment, then added turning to the hologram fully. "In Corruscant, there are fancy bars and cantinas which let only the rich folk in. Oh, the rich folk at Corruscant are something, I tell you! If you asked anyone back at my planet what is a crapper, they would answer - well, it is something where you put your... crap in when nature calls. But the rich invent all sorts of fancy words for it. 'The lavatory' or 'the facilities' an' such. Perhaps those cantinas know whom to let enter if they use 'lavatory' instead of a crapper? Oh, I am babbling again, am I? Sorry, sorry! I mean, what if that Junkfort is like those fancy cantinas? Do we need to know any special words and such?"