<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/be/78/f2be7848ac901df8906d56b40283be62.jpg)</div>Zilam words caused Lyn to turn and look at him, then glance at the other two; she was so excited by her first briefing, that she didn't even looked at them properly. Up until this time, she spent her time in her assigned room mostly meditating and reading, coming out of her room to eat mostly. She didn't meet the other two of her new friends until now. Perhaps that was because she was coming out at very late hours by ship's internal time?<br/>Her mentors often told her that she was too emotional, that emotions would be her downfall, so she dutifully tried to calm her emotions before doing something as important as keeping the peace in the Republic.<br/>As always, it didn't help much, but Lyn didn't mind. The thrill of discovery, the happiness of learning were the best motivators she always thought.<br/>"Ohh, are you really a Jedi?" she asked in excited voice, looking Zilam from top to bottom. "..and that's a real lightsaber?" she continued, pointing at the silvery cylinder at his belt. For a moment it seemed that the tall twi'lek would start jumping up and down excitedly, but then Lyn suppressed the urge and beamed.<br/>"Hi everyone!" she said and waved with her hand clad in a sturdy looking armored gauntlet.  "I am called Lyn and I hit people." - she said, then added hastily - "...but only when they deserve of course! I don't hit people when I like it, though you should see how rude some folks on Corruscant can be! I was so tempted to hit some of them, but I didn't because the nice man from Corruscant Security said it is illegal..."<br/>She paused, noticing the expressions on the faces of others. "..I am babbling, am I?" she asked in an embarrassed tone. "..I will shut up now."<br/>But her silence didn't last long. After a few seconds, Lyn turned to the hologram of their handler. "So... contraband is something illegal and we can have it? Then can I have a rocket launcher? I've read about PLX-1, it could be so awesome if I could have one! Oh, and perhaps you can send us materials about Separatist officers in their fleet? This way I can recognize their faces and know whom to hit first!"