"Greetings, Micha I presume?" Her stance did not shift, but her attention did. Her chin lowered so that she could take in the other woman. She wasn't much younger than she was. Still Kytana used every ounce of council taught propriety. Even if it was not entirely her. She wanted to have a good impression on the younger Jedi.
Peace, Knowledge, Serenity, and Harmony. She didn't need to slip, not here. Not when she could take someone else down with her, again. Not without Carth. She'd let go of her anger over the fact that he'd come to find her anyway.