"Thank you," Wanda said. She was curious about the holojournalist -- a tale was shaped by its teller -- and dragged her attention away from the box in order to see what she could about Mika. The habits of the last months made her keep all her senses extended, just in case Mika was a little less legitimate than she seemed, or was a front for someone like the people that had been watching Wanda not so long ago. Just because this was Naboo didn't mean that Wanda should be too trusting.
But all she felt from Mika was a sense of anticipation about the box and a few stray thoughts about someone that Wanda didn't recognize. Wanda relaxed a little with the knowledge that Mika meant no harm, but a proprietary feeling made Wanda reach to rearrange the box a little closer to her, to emphasize that it was hers now. She needed whatever credits its sale would give her. She snatched her fingers back when she felt ... she wasn't sure. It felt a little like energy, but...alien? No, that was not the right word, there was something about it that felt very natural, but it was not her own familiar energy. Wanda tried to pretend that nothing had happened.
"It's a unique item," Wanda said, to further the impression that she had the situation under control. "But I'm sure that you know its worth..." She trailed off invitingly, hoping to elicit more information about Mika's intentions toward the box.