Phinea wasn't entirely certain how to react to that; Darth Needed-His-Caf seemed a little to relaxed for what she recalled. But five years, she reminded herself again, was a very long time. "I've heard bits about it, but I've been doing other things, and I haven't had any real time to track those rumors down." She shrugged and turned her attention to her nervous, worried brother.

"I've been alright, a friend of mine," Husband, actually, and one unknown to the remnants of the Order, "is waiting for me in Coruscant." Phinea smiled at her older brother. "But I wasn't worried about you. I was confident you'd show up perfectly fine and I wasn't disappointed."

She sipped her latte and her eyes were bright with amusement. "Thanks for that."