[ If only Padme knew of his sister and him and those taught manners, she would be so very proud.

A white tea for herself is ordered and Padme is grateful for the plush seat, wanting nothing more than to sink back into it, take a moment to relax and regather her thoughts ever since her arrival. But no, she remains seated with her posture and shoulders straight, gazing curiously across the table at him, her hands rested neatly on her lap. ]

I appreciate that, thank you. My first question isn't really a question directed towards this world and how I've come to arrive here and why. It's one related more to you, as you can see you've invited me to share in a cup of tea and I haven't the slightest idea who you are or what you your name is.

[ And here she smiles; it's like a mother like daughter moment with the lines that appear, the way her mouth curves. ]

My name is Padme.