[b]NarcississticPotato[/b]

Jailee allowed her eyes to roam upwards, taking in the sight of the cautious young padawan and the rather stoic Mandalorian. However, that wasn't a surprise when it came to Mandos; their entire race seemed to be so serious and all about duty. Then again, that seemed to be pretty effective as they had spread out and absorbed enough colonies to fuel a small empire. That's why she hated them, of course, and that's why her people hated them as well. This one seemed to fit into the stereotype really rather well but she would have to gain his trust if she wanted him to hire her. There was no way the Jedi would do it themselves.

When she was asked the first question, she blinked slowly before staring down at the body and then back up to the young girl attempting to appear like she was in charge. When she did peer back up, she had one eyebrow raised and an inquisitive look in her eyes - it was very obvious that she had ended the man's life, the girl saw that when she entered the room. Sighing softly, she stayed silent while Lucina removed the shackles binding her. Despite being hung up there for quite a bit, her legs instinctively absorbed the shock of the fall and she was back on her feet in no time. "Yes. I killed him." Was all she offered as she looked over the young Jedi before back to her friend.

Turning and not answering her second question, Jailee moved further back in the room before ducking down into a cabinet and lifting out a heavy set of armour. She had been been trained in Thyrsian combat so the armour, which was quite scratched, suited her rather well. They had picked it up from a bounty hunter not long before, a Mandalorian bounty hunter at that though. Unlike the other armours they had collected, this one was purposely forged for a woman. "Of course I'm not from the Republic." She cut in, hearing him easily - most force users had heightened senses. "Most Republic units can't even kill with blasters, never mind their feet." After rolling her eyes once more for effect, she slipped the armour on before buckling it down and turning to them. "Right. Lead the way."