"I haven't heard of a Jedi Sakhar," Phinea said. "But, if I run across him, I'll let him know." Well, it would either cause someone stress or relief, Phinea decided. Sith thrived on throwing the proverbial multi-tool into the machinery, so to speak. If it was bad, she'd just have to take care of it there.

Maybe it wouldn't be, though, and that would be good. "Frankly speaking, it's difficult to get anything through Republic channels even for us." Which was its own source of anxiety when she couldn't get a clear frequency out to Xhaelas. Speaking of which, he'd been decidedly displeased with her plans.

That was a fish that needed frying another time, though. Under the table she nudged her brother's foot with her own, tapping lightly in code against the side of the shiny boot. You've got a niece, FYI. "I don't hold the lack of communication at all, you know. Just let me help when I can, where I can."