[There's a hint of a chuckle in his voice, though even he couldn't tell you whether it was relief or anxiety pushing it out of him.
[In either case, Orren allows himself to be pulled along towards the cafe without any sort of resistance. He'd been Malak's captive for several days - something that's left him very tired and very hungry, and something he'd prefer to remedy before they delve into the conversation ahead of them.
[It takes him a minute or two to parse through the unfamiliar names on the menu board and figure out his order, but it's predictably simple: a hot tea that the barista assured him was caffeinated and a pair of savory pastries to fill his stomach.
[Nearly all the tables in the cafe were empty, just as Revan had thought, but Orren still picks a booth off in a quiet corner to give them some semblance of privacy. Once they're settled in there ... well, it's fairly clear that whatever relief Orren had been feeling has evaporated. It isn't quite walking-on-eggshells-anxiety, though there is a bit of that written on his face and in his presence in the Force, but it's obvious that he's harboring a great deal of guilt.
[He takes a bite of his pastry and stares pensively into his tea as he chews, watching the steam rise. Eventually, he looks up and meets her eye.]
What do you want to know? [He asks.]I can't promise that I'll have all the answers that you're looking for, but I'll tell you all that I know. You have my word on that.
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[There's a hint of a chuckle in his voice, though even he couldn't tell you whether it was relief or anxiety pushing it out of him.
[In either case, Orren allows himself to be pulled along towards the cafe without any sort of resistance. He'd been Malak's captive for several days - something that's left him very tired and very hungry, and something he'd prefer to remedy before they delve into the conversation ahead of them.
[It takes him a minute or two to parse through the unfamiliar names on the menu board and figure out his order, but it's predictably simple: a hot tea that the barista assured him was caffeinated and a pair of savory pastries to fill his stomach.
[Nearly all the tables in the cafe were empty, just as Revan had thought, but Orren still picks a booth off in a quiet corner to give them some semblance of privacy. Once they're settled in there ... well, it's fairly clear that whatever relief Orren had been feeling has evaporated. It isn't quite walking-on-eggshells-anxiety, though there is a bit of that written on his face and in his presence in the Force, but it's obvious that he's harboring a great deal of guilt.
[He takes a bite of his pastry and stares pensively into his tea as he chews, watching the steam rise. Eventually, he looks up and meets her eye.]
What do you want to know? [He asks.]I can't promise that I'll have all the answers that you're looking for, but I'll tell you all that I know. You have my word on that.