The address brought Jali to an upmarket residential area of Coruscant. The buildings were pleasant-looking and were painted with pleasing colours. He continued past on his speeder bike the entrance to Nami Kotour’s building until he found what he was looking for—a flower stall. The blue-haired woman tending the stall looked at him. “You after something?” Jali shrugged. “Think so,” he said. She crossed her arms and stared at him. “How guilty are you feeling?” Jali considered. “Fairly,” he said finally. “When I left her she was pretty upset.” “Forgot the anniversary, hey?” she teased.