"Maybe a little explosion," she returned the hint of a smirk with one of her own, because really, they knew each other far too well. Tahiri didn't question how Jacen knew the end would be soon, how crucial Detroit would be. If he had seen it, that would be what would happen. As much as the future was ever changing, shifting, adapting, Tahiri had complete faith in his ability to see what was coming next.
"A bubble?" She stared at him, because while he might have been kidding about the literal bubble, she knew enough to know he wasn't kidding about the principle behind it. "Now, I'm definitely planning on staying far far away from this Detroit place, if that's somehow key to things, but I am not the bubble type, as you well know." She didn't hide. Didn't run. And okay, while she wasn't going to rush into anything risky, that didn't mean she was done either.
Still, he was reassuring, even if he didn't think so. His belief that they would work things out, because they had to. And his question was a place to start with that. "Tired, mostly. Not sleepy, more than drained of energy feeling. A bit queasy sometimes. I'd put it down to crappy diet and sleep patterns over the past few days, but I guess it's not that." No, these were the symptoms of being pregnant. Weren't they? Tahiri frowned, looking momentarily confused. "Am I going to have to look up all the symptom things now? And people talk about it being all uncomfortable and painful, but this is me, and well, Vong and all, but what if that means I miss something important? Jacen, they don't have a guide book on how a half Vong, Shaped, Jedi, Sith person whatever is supposed to do during this kind of situation."