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Atton's at a booth, mechanical parts (all of the mostly circular variety) and curved bits of sharp metal floating in the air above him, being carefully put together.

Which evidently means his powers are either back or on their way back. This pleases Atton lots, which is why he seems in a particularly chirpy mood.

Botherable.

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"I imagine a lifetime of training would make them pretty good."

She shrugged. "We pay f'r it, o' course. Average lifespans' 1/3 o' a normal person's. But oui, we're damn good at what we do."

"Hazard of the profession." Atton says lightly, shrugging.

"Yeah." She shrugs as well. "'Sides, as I recall Jedi start young, don't dey?"

"I wouldn't know. I only found out I was Force Sensitive a little over a year ago, and the new order is so small it can't afford to be picky - All the Jedi got wiped out," Atton shrugs. He helped with the wiping out. "Only reason I'm one of the most powerful Jedi in the Order is because I learn very quickly and had a very good teacher."

"I see. Well, dere's somet'in' t' be said f'r bein' quick t' learn."

"Yeah. I always was a really quick learner - At some things, anyway. Couldn't read or write until I was almost twenty."

She whistled. "Damn. Dat sucks."

She doesn't feel the need to mention she can read and write three languages.

"Not really. I grew up on a world that didn't put much stock in reading or writing. Until it was bombed."

She nods. "Dieu." It's more of an exhale than something she consciously says.

"Not a clue what that means." Atton grins.

"Sorry. Means 'God'. English ain't m' firs' language."

She shrugs. "Prolly de same f'r y'."

"Ah, no. Well, Galactic Basic isn't. But I learnt to speak it at a pretty young age."

"Same here. But de knee jerk reactions're still in de language I was born t'."

"I haven't spoken much in my native language for almost twenty years. Needless t'say, my knee jerk reactions started being in Basic a while back."

"Yeah. De 'ficial language o' de guild is Creole, so all de paperwork 'n' business meetin's 're in dat, 'stead o' Basic."

Atton nods.
"'S pretty much nothing left in my world's native language. Too obscure."

"If not f'r us, it'd be de same way. Di'n' get bombed o' not'in', but. . .time moves on."

She shrugs.

"Yeah. Eventually, everything falls out of use."

"Yep. Way o' de universe."

"Yep, pretty much. 'S not a bad thing, really."

"Nope. Not at all."

By now she's finished her food and is enjoying her beer. "Change brings some real good stuff."

"Some real bad stuff, too. More often than not, actually. But 's better than everything just staying the same all the time."

"Well, yeah. But life's 'bout makin' de bad good, from what I c'n tell."

"Pretty optimistic view, there."