Kestriel wasn't sure what she was going to expect, but in all honesty to herself anything unexpected was getting to be all too common for her anyway these days. After making her landing and giving a few orders to C2, the young woman made her way off the ship. It didn't take long for her to spot Meetra, and she couldn't help but let her mind wander a bit as she studied her.
Meetra's appearance didn't really phase her any, since her own attire was more akin to a smuggler than a Jedi Master. But she wore her lightsaber openly at the moment. She would hide it when necessary, but she also wanted to start giving others around her a hope that she felt they were on their way to giving them. Her smile was polite but genuine as she approached the woman. The closer she got, Kestriel couldn't help but wonder if she was younger than Meetra or not at the moment. Not that age was an issue, but she history had been rather vague about the Jedi's age and considering the "Exile" was one of her childhood heroes, Kestriel was curious.
Her head tilted to the side, "Meetra Surik, I take it?"