The thick braid of brown hung damp and limp over her shoulder as Jaina Solo crouched in preparation for her next attack upon her opponent. The man before her looked unsure of his options, sweat beading his own face.

Jaina allowed a predatory smile to cross her lips before she leapt forward, adjusting her body mid-air and coming down hard was the shi-nigh staff. Her sparring partner, startled by the gracile and swift move of the petite woman, promptly landed on his ass.

The clipped hoots of Wookie laughter came from the sidelines, and the younger man grimaced as he picked himself up. Jaina shot a look at Lowbacca and tossed him the hard wood shi-nigh.

"Work on your game face, kid, it does you know good to let your enemy know that you expect them to beat you."

Instead of dissatisfaction, the man looked at the lithe female Solo with admiration. Jaina shifted her feet uneasily.

"And hollow out your wrist, if I had come down on you much harder, you'd have been a lot more than just sore."

A quick bow and he was off.

Lowie issued a series of short hoots greeted by Jaina's quirked brow. "You wanna take me on, Fuzz Breath?" A growl followed that could only be taken as a laugh. "He was not staring at my chest, he's a student and I'm his senior."

A snort.

"You don't know what you're talking about. I say its about time for some food though."

"Rushing off already?" a third voice joined the two friends. Both spun on their heels to face the tall and distinguished form of one Ambassador Jagged Fel, dressed in all the regalia befitting his position, a loose grin cresting his features.

Jaina's hand shot to her now ragged post workout hair.

Jag's smile spread and he moved forward to embrace her in a tight hug.

"But I smell." She weakly protested, despite thoroughly enjoying the feeling of once again being in his arms.

"I wasn't going to say anything, but now that you mention it-" He caught a swift elbow to the stomach, and Jaina was already moving away, a tart smirk on her face.

"I'm going to clean up, you're going to treat me to dinner."

"At your service, ma'am."

And again Lowie was laughing.