Her gaze falls back onto her own hands; nimble little green tools ultimately unable to help much with anything...
"...But what about you? How are *you* holding up these days?"
With a little smile she nods in agreement. "Emotions are one of people's greatest tools. I think at the end of the day it's all a question how one uses a tool; in a similar manner you'd ask upon handing someone a blaster.
I'm Xen by the way. Just Xen" She stays vague but friendly and welcoming.
She pauses; trying to phrase her thoughts as well as one can in the face of war and loss as universal tools to shape minds. "...I'm recovering from the untimely death of my Master; reflecting upon motives of allies and enemies alike and try to find the truth somewhere in between."
