People do approach, after a while. Young people, mostly teenagers. An uncharitable soul might call them the more disposable members of their lineages. They share bodyguards, none of them being important enough to have one of their very own. The bodyguards are wary of Lady Kallig, and wary of Garyn too. What kind of monster would a Sith choose as a bodyguard, choose to carry such a weapon?

The gossip that they share is mostly useless to her, but she knows how to nod and say a few things in the appropriate places. The crowd grows older with more of them sporting bodyguards of their own as time passes.

Ibani shares with him the mental image of a Nexu, a great predatory cat-like creature, pacing inside a cage. "People are eager enough to see and gawk at the caged beast when they're sure they're not going to get maimed." She feels trapped here, exposed, but there's nothing to be done but bear it.