The Jedi are, to Juhani's mind, just a little bit lacking. Before she would never have seen it that way. But that was before Revan, before the Jedi whose movement had lifted her out of slavery had found her again, retasked her with purpose - and shown in so many ways that helping the individual was not a weakness.

There weren't terribly many Jedi these days, though at least the temple on Coruscant was operative again - the wars with the Sith had seen to that. And what remained was nearly in schism; the Old Guard called for the old ways - those who agreed with Revan called for an approach that engaged with the galaxy more. It would not be resolved soon.

Not that she was waiting for it to resolve. The park in question was, like all such things on Coruscant, artificially built - it was always so strange to her, to see grass on a world where she knew there to be none, in the wild. Such a far cry from the rolling hills of Dantooine. She wore a simple trader's robes, disguising her usual clothing. No need to advertise her presence. She makes sure her approach is well-telegraphed, sliding onto the bench next to Sun-mi, taking a moment to collect herself, the night air feeling quite nice against the fine, short fur on her face.

"I hope I am not late," she said, by way of introduction.