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[M-more visitors...! She hopes she looks on her best behavior.

This one is a bit strange, too, like Lapis and Mahri — what an odd hat!

But she's not one to draw attention to anything. Bad manners, and for a slave it bodes ill. So she just slaps on her usual 24/7 smile in the wake of company and puts down a broom she can't seem to let go of otherwise.]

Um... 'sup'!

[What an interesting way to say hello.]

It's nice to meet you; I'm — maintenance.

Would you like me to fetch you anything? Or I can let someone know you're here. Be careful there — I had to mop that! Someone was trying to make food, I think.

What...? [The whole routine puts her extremely off-balance.]

Oh, thank you. Um. I don't need anything, I'm fine. I'm just here to visit Obi-Wan. ... He's a friend of mine.

Obi-Wan! He's very nice. And has a very wise beard! [She pats some dust off her jumpsuit, her dress put out for laundry, and then continues the over-friendly smile.] Are you going to stay for a night, miss? I will make your room up for you, if you are; I just need to finish washing the shower areas, and I can —

No, if you're staying, I will do it immediately!

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Hey. Hey-- relax. It's fine. I'm not staying.

[~~Relaxing, what the actual fuck is relaxing.~~

She bows her head, an apology and a sign of respect for the woman.

Nobles may be above all, but slaves certainty aren't above the commoners.

She wouldn't want to give the wrong idea...]

If you need anything, you simply need to say my name; I'm Koala! O-or you could ring a bell, if you have one. Some people ring bells in Mariejois if they need any of their labor for anything. Anything at all!

Um... thanks. But... you don't have to do what I say. I'm nobody special.

[She shakes her head, rather certain of herself.]

It's okay! Even if you're a commoner, I'm still lesser! I don't mind doing anything you'd like. As long as you're happy and content that's all that matters, miss. [Oh but what if she's annoying her??] But if I'm causing trouble, just order me away; I'm sorry if I'm troubling you!

[Oh dear.

Ahsoka crouches down so they're more or less on the same level.]

Who said you're lesser?

[/nervously sweats

People stooping down literally to her level is so new to her; Mr. Solo did it as well.

Why would they do such a thing?]

I... I... Um.

I'm the cabin girl! I work for the ship, and I'm — I'm under the ownership of the Fleet!

By that definition... aren't all of us?

I...

[Huh... Is this woman implying everyone's been taken as slaves, then?

That's quite terrifying. Does everyone know that? Is it true? They don't seem troubled by it... and they're not being forced to do anything except be away from home. Right? She thinks that's right. After a moment she shakes her head.]

I don't think so. I think you shouldn't have to worry!

It's because I was owned before I came here.

[Only a partial truth; she had been freed from Mariejois, but now that she was here, it felt like the struggle to escape and find home had been fruitless. Or it is until she can please the Atroma and her crew so she can go back and continue her journey. Or maybe she can't outrun such a thing...?

Either way, her logic is crippled horribly by her trauma —

So trying to get all that through to her head that she's free...

As you can see, it's been a struggle.]

[Ahsoka nods as if this makes sense to her-- it doesn't, but she can sense the girl's rising panic. Staying calm and trying to puzzle her way through this calmly she feels is the best course of action.]

I see...

Do you mean to say the Atroma purchased you from your previous owner...?

[If that's true, she'd like to have WORDS with them about it. But somehow she doubts it. Why would the Atroma bother buying a person when they could just take?]

[...............

Ah—

Her eyes widen.]

D-do you think maybe that's what happened? Maybe I was re-sold...

[Clearly Ahsoka is giving her new thoughts to ponder.]

Hmmm. I wonder. It doesn't seem very likely. I'm pretty sure the rest of us were just kidnapped. If they can kidnap anyone they want, why would they pay...?

I... suppose you're right...

[She wrings her hands together, trying to form some kind of reply, some way of getting out of the conversation or maybe redirecting it, because she's having a hard time with the different knots her brain is making in her head trying to make sense of all this and... and...! And she has no good answer, and it worries her to be unable to answer a higher figure than her, so — !!]

I think, um...! I...

[.....................]

... should...

Polish the floors a little more!

[Excuse her while she begins to compulsively clean this spot over here with a wet rag.

There was a very slight spot that needed re-cleaning.]

W-Wait! Stop! You don't need to do that!

[omg child]

But there is a scuff here!

[scrub, scrub, scrub —

It's an unconscious sort of gesture, and even though her arms are rather scrawny she keeps repeating the motion over and over, even though the floor is sparkling.]

A scuff won't do, I can't leave even the smallest smudge! It's fine, miss, it will be taken care of!

[Ahsoka puts a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder.]

... Hey. It's all right. The floor is clean.

[Ah — !

She flinches at the touch; the aura around her is one of fear, hidden under a heavy blanket of determination.]

I-I'm sorry! It's just one moment — I can still see it!

Please, don't let me keep you waiting. I'm sure Mr. Obi-wan is waiting for your company, Miss...!

[Ahsoka rocks backwards on her heels instead, until she plops herself on the floor, sitting down. She can't just leave her like this, after all.

She sits there for a minute, perfectly still, looking worried. Finally:]

... You're afraid of me.

[She flinches again, looking straight down at the floor.]

Y-yes, it's true that I don't want to upset you! I'm sorry. I'm very sorry...! I'm just worried about causing any grief!

After all, it's disappointing to see a mark on an otherwise clean floor...

[She's not sure how to explain it, that she's always scared. Always worried. Even if her defenses have fallen even slightly around people like Obi-wan and Mr. Solo and Marhi — and everyone here, really! — she can't find it in her heart to trust them yet.

Baby steps?]

[Ahsoka tries to give what she thinks is an encouraging smile.]

You don't have to be worried.

I promise, I won't get you in trouble or hurt you. Ever. And Jedi always keep their promises.

[Even if she's not a Jedi anymore.]

[She looks up, pausing for just a moment. It seems to be clean to her now, at least...]

You're a Jedi? Like Obi-wan. He can make things float. You must be gifted like he is!

[And that makes you far above her, even more so than usual...]

I — appreciate your words, miss! I'll remember them. But you shouldn't concern yourself with the likes of me. Especially when you're company, and someone is waiting for you! I wouldn't dream of keeping anyone waiting...

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