"As you should. But... going to a Mandalorian, you must have some reason to expand your ties with a.. warrior people."

She tilts her head to the side.

"Couldn't purely be because you just love our armor~"

"Ah but of course, Jetii!"

Keira chuckles.

"Ah, always dreamers. That is what I like about you force beings. Idealists. Hoping for a better tomorrow!"

Keira moves to sit down in a near by chair.

"Ah, but you're old enough to know that's.. not how things go in this galaxy."

"Oh I'm sure of it."

The Mando shrugs.

"I just don't like dealing with them. They're not good negotiators or easy to sell to..."

"It may seem odd to you, Jetii, but I much more prefer to make a sale than a cold body."

"Apologies. Jetii is... the only word we have for your kind in our language."

Keira rubbed the bottom chin of her helmet.

"I suppose... Dar'Jetii might be more prudent then."

"Either way, they're a bit more than what I usually can handle. I must admit."

"Ah, the Nite-Owls."

Keira nodded softly.

"I am neutral to her and the dealings of her clan. Sure."

The mandalorian holds out her hand.

"It would he useful to have a Jetii on my side in case any... Imperial jetii decide to look my way."

"Not at all, Jetii."

The mandalorian woman gives a soft bow.

"To what do I owe the introduction of one with the force?"

"I consider myself more Mandalorian than that of a Chiss."

((We just turned it into a really funny quirk of her armor. And it is always funny because these aren't even difficult rolls... my D20s just hate me.))