"Asking nicely might work, or asking not so nicely," she says when he says that he hopes it won't come to that.

She doesn't answer his sly grin with a sly grin of her own, but her grin is slightly mischievous. "Hm. True. Although on this moon I expect most anything would be believable. Partner, Friend, Lover, Mistress.."

As they near the location of the expected safehouse, Ibani stops suddenly, as something familiar just brushes against her senses in the Force. Predatory animals, but not entirely natural ones. These were modified by the Sith in ancient times with the Dark Side.

"What in the Force are Tu'Kata, Sith Hounds,doing here?"