"I-" she breathes in, steadying her inner anxieties a touch. Even battle hardened warriors face the stress of- socialization. "Okay- yes, please lead the way. We will.. have fun," she grimaces, but tries her best to hide it.

"I-" she holds her tongue. Looking away from Lysa she tries best as she can to try and come up with an answer. Any answer really, any answer that wasn't:

" I read.."

"Prayton I must insist you-" Jan's voice almost seems to process first before the sliding open doors can be heard. As the door shuts behind her Jan stands there looking between those gathered. A flush overtakes her cheeks as she looks away, "I.. did not mean to intrude. I am sorry."

"I am not as frivolous with myself as you and Bura can be," she says with the disapproval of someone trained into being by upperclass parents. However, that look breaks with the eyes of a woman whom bucked those same parents when she decided to live her own life. "Yet- yes, you can help distract me ...

"I-"

Jan exhales long and slow. Allowing herself a moment to find a center that keeps her a touch more palatable.

"I can't. It would be against my ethics, oaths, and personal code-" she bites the sentence short- "but, I understand what you are trying to do Lysa, and I appreciate it."

"We are, but I must decline," Jan shakes her head, crossing arms tight across her breastplate. A heavy sigh leaves her shoulders hanging lower. "Respect dictates I not speak further of it, the decision has been made. Understand I am merely hpset by my current circumstances but it is not something I,...

"Medicine is not easy nor does it always make you feel better-" she snaps, eyes sharp as a woman who is processing misdirected anger. Hand realizing this as she presses two fingers to the bridge of her nose to soothe the pressure, eyes closing to mask their harshness. "Medicine prolongs life and the...

"Old Timer-" she asks, placing hands on Mauricio to put him into the correct position. "Do you know who he was?"

Already prepared, Jan pulls over a small worktable and starts working through the instruments, "What happened?" she asks clinically.

Minutes after Fé had left, Jan mutters off, "Have a good one," before being consumed in her work once more.


/scene, thank you!

"You will know where to find me when," she says half distracted by her task and tone indicating as much. Without any other inputs Jan would simply fall into her work and become absorbed by it. Shifting without thought for the act of properly ending a conversation. It was her way, as any would know. ...

"I would trust your decision regardless," she offers simply, the reassurance of earnesty in the tone of her reply. Shifting away from her rested position Jan returns to work cataloguing the new intake. "I hear Praxton is intending to help the colonists nearby," she offers, glancing briefly to catch ...

Jan narrows her eyes ahead on some distant object, or perhaps it was merely the space before her. Not like her focus was actually on anything that physical, as she considered greatly, "I.. would be amazed if you managed. As a reminder," she says, the strength of her coreworlds accent poking through,...

Jan gazes forward blankly for a moment, realization dawning, "Sorry." Came a short, and slightly terse reply. "My.. aggression and tone was not directed at you. I simply have quite the lack of care for my father and have a difficult time speaking on it without feeling those emotions." A slight smile...

"And I have a rather impeccable sense of boundaries and what is owed between people because of mine," she quips with a sharpness that makes the delivery whip-like. Sighing a little, as she is all too aware it is a touch unfair. "I understand it, certainly. I am.. I am simply surprised that Ral can f...

"My brother is a proud idiot," she says with a harshness to it that buries the lead that she quickly capitalizes on, "And he would not wish to admit that the Empire clearly now hunting us with greater desire has affected him mentally," she sighs, releasing just a small iota of that tension she held ...

"Ral wants to return to see our father," she says, releasing it like a secret that was unbearable to keep any longer. Exasperated by this, she sighs with that tone of disgust she seems to always manage a little too well that it actually was appealing to the ear. Looking away from Fé as if she was ad...

"Not as much as I'd like," but she never had as much as she liked. Once you grow up going to school on Coruscant 'overwhelmingly enough in case of the worst' was what quickly became the minimum- and she was probably never going to manage that being with the enclave. Shifting a little so that she can...

Raven Cadera wrote: ↑

Sun Sep 18, 2022 9:13 pm

Does the harmonica count as... rubbish? ^^;

Yes.

When you speak of music, do you refer to the more classical arts or perhaps the other.. rubbish?