How interesting, then, that Krennic pulled strings to have an energy specialist working on weapons. How very interesting. "I imagine working where you were was not easy... if you were kept in offices, I hope you were able to visit the local distractions? For peace of mind?"

"I'm hardly ever away from Coruscant," she muses. "But luckily, one can find most anything here... plenty of diversions. Not that professionals like you or I have the time." She pauses to allow a silver protocol droid bring tea into the room, and she smiles. "Thank you, C7."

"Just keep your ear to the ground," she advises. "You should hear something soon having to do with traitors having justice done upon them." She smiles, perhaps more confident than she's seemed lately. "As for the files, I'll send a friend to you to discuss it."

She finds herself thinking of the name of the Ice Strain of bacta currently growing in secret. Thomoro's Tears. She'll keep that for herself, and those who know. The public shall simply benefit from the effects when it's ready.

°°° 𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙀𝙍.

Well done, Senator.

She takes the moment to sample her own tea, pondering. "My education as a girl was to follow in my mother's path, and join the Alderaanean Senate entourage... but the war changed many fortunes and fates. And so, here I am." A small smile. "Still trying to help where I can."

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"Of course I think on it." But, she doesn't let any sort of melancholy cross her features. She remains composed. "But in my experience, it is far better to make the best of what one has... whether it's career, or circumstance, or the people who treat you well, and truly care."

Feels as though she's being thought of. ... Everything will be alright.

It will. We will make it so.

She sets her cup aside, and looks on gently. "I'll say this... and let you make your own choices. But no one who would lay a hand against you, out of their own fear, values you above their own selfish need... you deserve better. You Deserve to be lifted up, not tethered down."

"Generosity like yours is rare... you must forgive me for assuming," she offers with an apologetic smile. She looks to the Senator, curious. "If you seek nothing tangible as recompense... perhaps a promise will suffice. That we may speak honestly with one another, always."

She stands, and offers her hands to help Morgan from her seat. "Remember that your life belongs to you... not to anyone who would keep you bound. I wish you well, Morgan. And please... do call should you need anything else. I'm usually always in the office."

Reine inclines her head up slightly, to keep appearances in the hall they tread. "I see him often at summits. Orson Krennic is a shining example of Imperial standards... and many aspire to reach his level." A glance. And Reine's meaning is clear - that it is Not a compliment.

... once again, you never fail to impress.

Turning the rings on her fingers. Pensive.

The scheduled delivery of bacta arrives for the Seventh Fleet. Along with a small, perfectly sealed parcel for the Grand Admiral. ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴀ ᴡ ɴ

A small, handwritten note is included with the carefully wrapped confections. 'Something sweet to brighten any difficult days. And plenty to share with the most precious members of the crew. Made with love, from Necorli'.