Axia brushes imaginary dirt off of herself and takes a seat. She adjusts the leather jacket she's wearing before sitting back in the chair . The jacket still smells faintly of Petra and of the alley in which she was killed. Not either being an unpleasant smell since the alleys of Theed are not like alleys found elsewhere in the galaxy. The smell of Petra reminds Axia of what she thought to be thier friendship. The most promient smell on the jacket is a mixture of the sand of Tatooine where the jacket was purchased and the leather it was made from. "A position you no longer hold Emperor Palpatine. Or so I have been informed."