MEEP!
Sianni stares speechlessly at Martina while instinctively hiding her nervously writhing lekku behind her back. With quick step or two back she interposes Theta between herself and the woman, words still failing her as the magnitude of this ..., this sacrilege weighs on her mind. Humans were just not supposed to know Lekku! Sure, the Jedi idiot who brought her into this whole mess understood it and there may have been another two or three Sianni had meet who did but still ... Well, four, perhaps. But certainly not some random old biddy!
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The trip to the security office proved to be a bit of a problem as Sianni simultaneously tried to stay near Devan Ijatsi, just in case he'd need a real bodyguard, and away from Martina. She also grew painfully aware that her lekku apparently liked talking on their own, echoing her thoughts out into the world. Usually that wasn't much of a problem, but in this special case ...
Once the tech-heads start to work on the consoles, Sianni strolls over to Martina - still hiding her lekku, of course - and asks casually, if a bit forced. "So, who taught you Lekku?"