Issan's turn was equally parts graceful and predatory; one black-gloved hand was rising, prepared to send whatever was sneaking up on her hurtling into the nearest wall. But then it -- she, the thing that had turned into a person where there had most certainly been none before -- spoke. Tension loosened a little from her form, though her hand still remained half-splayed before her as an insurance measure. She let silence beat between them for a moment, taking in the woman's full measure.
"You're certainly sure of yourself," she finally said, still attempting to wrap her head around what she was seeing. Clearly, there was a person in front of her; the woman was standing where a crate had been a moment ago, but there were no shards nor splinters that would suggest she'd been inside of it. What was more than that, just as Glasya had said, the woman was completely absent within the Force. It was mindboggling. She finally put her hand down, her eyes roving over the woman standing before her.
"Sneaking up on others doesn't usually engender trust, especially when you're new. But that's beside the point; I trust you know what Glasya has tasked us to accomplish?"