“You will get your tools, regardless of whether or not we see each other again.” Calista assured, accepting the list and choosing to ignore the Forde-null ignorance of her warning.
She calmly followed Hawkin out of the office but caught up to him and matched his speed. “Well, that could have been worse. So much for your organic drama, Dex.“ she smiled briefly with a light chuckle. “Are you alright, Hawkin?” she asked gently, understanding that this was a big change for him.
Dex let out a whistle that could only seem to be of mock disappointment.
"I was getting ready to put bets on the metaphorical table to see when Hawkin would start swinging. Glad to see I was wrong. However it would have been very entertaining."
Hawkin huffed in frustration. He stopped walking for a second and took a deep breath.
"Dex, it was a high possibility. I almost lost it. That man drives me insane. As for being okay Calista, I think so? I'm not physically hurt, but I'm mentally frustrated? It's confusing. I don't know what to feel. I just know Karavos made me angry, and then treated me like a small kid. Granted I'm only fifteen, but come on. He didn't have to treat me like a five year old. And information on me? I don't even know what he could have had. I've looked for everything that I could ever find on Kiffu and the Kiffar people, and me. There's not much. Only things that really showed up, is what a Jedi put in the archives. And that's because he was Kiffar. I wish I could have met him. He was probably like me, in some way."