Kylo wasn't the only one who was people-watching, though Yorda did so for a much different reason. She'd been in the city over half a year, but she was still playing catch-up when it came to social interactions and watching people, listening to them helped a great deal. Usually. Sometimes it just left her with more questions, but she was, at least, being fairly proactive about her education. So she had bought some sweets to sample and perched herself comfortably on the ledge of a fountain, munching contentedly while she let the sounds of the city wash over her.

She spotted Kylo positioned in a similar sort of vantage point, ideal for watching and listening without being obtrusive. Since he'd spoken to her on the network, the man stood out like a wound. But whatever Yorda was, she was not easily deterred. She hopped down from her seat, and approached cautiously. Despite her insatiable curiosity, she wasn't an idiot. The man was volatile and angry, having practically exploded at her over the network. But he also understood things, secret things, things her Mother kept her from knowing lest she actually become a force to contend with. And Yorda deeply desired answers to her questions. She weighed the risk and decided it was safe enough to speak to him here - if he became dangerous, she could flee into the crowd, and vanish down one of the narrow alleys.

"You spoke to me on the machine," Yorda said. "Are you waiting for a friend?"