Jana sat down opposite Xiann, suddenly realizing how far out of her league she was.  She was a mercenary, and a soldier, not a diplomat or a recruiter.<br/><br/>"Um .. well .. I .. noticed that you are very much the .. leader of the slaves.  You seem to have .. talents."<br/><br/>She paused, leaning forward, her tone abruptly changing.<br/><br/>"It<em>was</em>you.  You danced for us, my companions and I, when we visited Yohta.  I am sorry, I wasn't sure til now, but .. well, that doesn't really matter.<br/>"We, of the Resistance, are commited to freedom, which is why we're freeing you and your companions.  We'll help you, in whatever way we can.  We also .. are always looking for talent.  Those with abilities that could be .. useful.  I get the sense that you could be very useful to the Resistance."<br/><br/>She quickly looks away.<br/><br/>"Now, there's no compulsion.  That's the first lesson of freedom.  You can say 'No'.  However it goes .. I would like to help you, if you'll let me."<br/><br/>She really wasn't sure why, and began to feel jittery.  It was a mistake to talk to her like this, and wwas going to do more harm than good ....