Issan pinched the bridge of her nose, her eyes squeezed shut for a microsecond. Working with outsiders was always such a task, but she'd see this mission completed. It wasn't so much as completing it simply to please Glasya, but more a point of pride for her; there was a rare moment when she was unable to turn a situation to her favor.
"Just...put me down." She felt Gem's grip around her torso loosen, and Issan let herself drop to the floor soundlessly. Despite his earlier misgivings, the man seemed to have shaken off whatever he'd sensed from Issan's spell; perhaps there were other Force users in the area, and with the rift floating just above Naboo's stratosphere, it was unlikely that they hadn't feel more oddities before. She waited a beat as the man chatted amiably with the guards, and then moved on to complete his rounds.
"Let's go," she commanded Gem, uninterested in argument. She followed the man down the hall with no sound, and expected the same of her comrade; the woman had proved herself helpful thus far, with few exceptions. Hopefully she'd continue to do so. Glasya was likely to get an earful of complaint regardless.
The man continued down the hall, providing an impromptu guide for the infiltrators; they passed a few rooms full of telecomms, a handful people at switchboards talking to pilots and possibly even other bases. All communication was encoded in various languages and cryptic remarks, none of which meant anything to Issan, but for a moment she wished she could hang about long enough to discern something useful. For now, though, they needed to remain on task.
"....the prisoner..." Her ears perked at the bit of sentence, and she motioned for Gem to wait a moment while she listened.
"He's detained downstairs, sir. He hasn't given very much up."
"That's going to be a problem. We'll have to find other ways of convincing him..."
Issan's concentration faded out as she turned to look at Gem. "It sounds like they've got someone downstairs. It may be our man; I hope you're ready to do some convincing."