Maris' expression went vacant and friendly again as Mara came and went, Galen in tow. "Of course," she called to their backs, "Duchess. I can't wait." The Zabrak woman drifted off, the sequins on what there was of her dress tinkling as she moved. Galen breathed a sigh of relief and let Mara lead him off as far as she wanted. He was about to thank her for the rescue when she addressed him, with a voice that clearly told him she was unhappy.
"I was trying to get rid of her without making a scene," Galen answered. It wasn't entirely true, since he'd been so taken aback by Maris' presence and typically erratic behavior that he hadn't been sure what to do. "But yes, fine. I'll find you when it's done."
It wasn't hard for him to find the offices he needed. Galen assumed that the people whose secrets he was about to pilfer thought that as long as the security at the front door was working, then everything inside the building was safe. A few minutes' search of the Consul's workstation turned up nothing. Reaching out with the Force, Galen tried to tune into some kind of intuition. That led him to a hidden safe, and to the data cards hidden inside. One of Mara's devices made quick copies, and Galen was back in the ballroom in less than an hour.
He was there in time to see Maris Brood moving quickly through the crowd, her red eyes intent on the back of Mara's head. The Zabrak woman radiated anger. Galen hoped he could get there fast enough.
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Date: 2009-02-20 04:56 pm (UTC)"I was trying to get rid of her without making a scene," Galen answered. It wasn't entirely true, since he'd been so taken aback by Maris' presence and typically erratic behavior that he hadn't been sure what to do. "But yes, fine. I'll find you when it's done."
It wasn't hard for him to find the offices he needed. Galen assumed that the people whose secrets he was about to pilfer thought that as long as the security at the front door was working, then everything inside the building was safe. A few minutes' search of the Consul's workstation turned up nothing. Reaching out with the Force, Galen tried to tune into some kind of intuition. That led him to a hidden safe, and to the data cards hidden inside. One of Mara's devices made quick copies, and Galen was back in the ballroom in less than an hour.
He was there in time to see Maris Brood moving quickly through the crowd, her red eyes intent on the back of Mara's head. The Zabrak woman radiated anger. Galen hoped he could get there fast enough.