"I've heard that Carth Onasi is on this ship. Have you read his service record?"

Raye looked up from the datapad in her hands, watching as Bastila paced.

"Yes, I've read it." Not that she'd needed to. She knew who the man was.

"Good. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised - you've probably read the records for everyone on this ship."

"I had GT download them from the Council archives before we left."

Bastila sighed. The little hover-droid fluttering around Raye's shoulders trilled a decidedly happy little tune, and she couldn't help feeling that it was proud of having broken into the archives without permission.

But that was silly. She knew that droids didn't feel pride. They didn't feel anything.

"You really should be careful who you say things like that to, Raye."

"It's just us in here, 'Tila. You gonna turn me in?"

"Don't call me that. And you know I would never. But what if someone had walked in?"

"Just walked into our private quarters? Yeah, that's likely." Raye grinned. "So, have you seen Akanni yet? How's she seem to you?"

"I only saw her in passing. She seems alright, from what I could tell. Her mind's in the right place. Focused, even if she doesn't think she wants to be here. She'll come around."

Bastila stood then and moved to the door.

"I must go. I should be on the bridge now. I'll talk to you tonight."

With that she was gone. Raye laid back on her bed, playing with the lightsaber in her hands. She lay there for a few minutes, then suddenly pushed herself to her feet. She didn't really have anything to do - she wasn't part of the ship's crew, only there as part of Bastila's entourage.

But that didn't mean she was going to just sit around in her quarters all the time.

Leaving the room, she took the opposite corridor of what Bastila had. She didn't really know where she was going, didn't have a set destination in mind, but she knew she had to get out of the room before she went stir crazy.

She didn't get far, however, before she turned a corner and walked right into an orange jacket.

The man before her stumbled back, apologies flowing before he'd even gotten a look at her. For her part, Raye just stared for a moment, almost in shock at the sight of the man before her. Sure, she knew he was on the ship, but that didn't mean she'd actually expected to see him. In fact, she'd been doing everything she could to avoid him.

"I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't see you."

"It's my fault." Raye insisted, "I wasn't watching where I was going."

Both fell silent for a moment, unsure what to say next, when suddenly the man stuck his hand out. "I'm Carth Onasi. I don't believe we've met."

Raye hesitated for only the briefest of moments before taking the man's hand.

"Raye-Um, I mean... Desiraye. Desiraye Toral."

Carth shook her hand once, firmly. Raye was already planning her quick-but-polite escape when he opened his mouth to speak.

And that's when the claxons rang out.