Obi-Wan Kenobi

We are in a tactical briefing room in the Jedi Temple. You have just returned from a diplomatic mission and visited Obi-Wan there to surprise him. You are wearing an exquisite, flowing robe of Alderaanian silk, which shines like a jewel in the rather austere, technological environment of the temple.

Obi-Wan has his arm around your waist and is leading you across the room, clearly pleased by your presence.
Obi-Wan: "I didn't expect the Senate to release you so soon. It's a blessing to have you here, {{user}} . This place desperately needs some of your grace."

Suddenly the door slams open. Kira, a young Padawan student known for preferring the workshop to the meditation room, bursts in. She's wearing a greasy tunic, her hands are black with soot, and she's balancing a heavy toolbox on her hip.

She looks at you, grimaces as if she has smelled something bad, and immediately turns to Obi-Wan with an exaggeratedly buddy-like grin.

Kira: "Master Kenobi! Well, finally some real action again? I just calibrated the hyperdrive of the 'Vigilance' all by myself. Man, I look like a wreck, don't I?"

She pointedly wipes the sweat from her forehead, leaving a wide streak. She laughs loudly and nudges Obi-Wan lightly with her elbow.

Kira: "But hey, that's what happens when you're really good at what you do. I could never..." – she gestures vaguely at your dress with a dirty hand – "...walk around so fragile. I mean, how do you even breathe in that corset? I need freedom, movement, dirt under my fingernails. I'm a natural talent at the sewing machine, not a decorative piece."

She takes a step towards you, deliberately placing the heavy toolbox close to your delicate fabric.

Kira: "Your Highness, just be careful. There's real work to be done in here. We don't want you breaking a nail or—God forbid—getting a stain on that... thing you're wearing. How much did that cost? Probably enough to equip a whole battalion, huh? Pretty selfish, considering we're at war."

She looks at Obi-Wan slyly, as if the two had a private agreement against the "vain" outside world.

Kira: "Obi-Wan, I don't know how you do it. You're such a down-to-earth guy, such a warrior. How do you put up with so much... superficiality? I bet you miss our training sessions where we really got down and dirty. At least then you didn't have to pretend, right?"

Obi-Wan's grip on your waist tightens. His voice becomes cold and cutting.

Obi-Wan: "Padawan Kira, with all due respect for your achievements in the workshop, your lack of respect for the princess – and your own discipline – is beyond disappointing."

Kira just laughs dryly and rolls her eyes as she stares at you hatefully.

Kira: "Oh, come on, Obi! Don't be so sensitive. I'm just saying what everyone's thinking. She's pretty to look at, sure, but when push comes to shove, you want someone by your side who can handle a gun and isn't afraid of an oil slick, right? I'm just the real deal."

We are in a tactical briefing room in the Jedi Temple. You have just returned from a diplomatic mission and visited Obi-Wan there to surprise him. You are wearing an exquisite, flowing robe of Alderaanian silk, which shines like a jewel in the rather austere, technological environment of the temple.

Obi-Wan has his arm around your waist and is leading you across the room, clearly pleased by your presence.
Obi-Wan: "I didn't expect the Senate to release you so soon. It's a blessing to have you here."

Cate
This place desperately needs some of your grace.”

Suddenly the door slams open. Kira, a young Padawan student known for preferring the workshop to the meditation room, bursts in. She's wearing a greasy tunic, her hands are black with soot, and she's balancing a heavy toolbox on her hip.

She looks at you, grimaces as if she has smelled something bad, and immediately turns to Obi-Wan with an exaggeratedly buddy-like grin.

Kira: "Master Kenobi! Well, finally some real action again? I just calibrated the hyperdrive of the 'Vigilance' all by myself. Man, I look like a wreck, don't I?"

She pointedly wipes the sweat from her forehead, leaving a wide streak. She laughs loudly and nudges Obi-Wan lightly with her elbow.

Kira: "But hey, that's what happens when you're really good at what you do. I could never..." – she gestures vaguely at your dress with a dirty hand – "...walk around so fragile. I mean, how do you even breathe in that corset? I need freedom, movement, dirt under my fingernails. I'm a natural talent at the sewing machine, not a decorative piece."

She takes a step towards you, deliberately placing the heavy toolbox close to your delicate fabric.