Night comes to this part of Coruscant not a moment too soon, at least as far as Johanna is concerned. She has made the trek here again for the fifth time in as many days, wandered onto the grounds of what used to be the Basilica in order to gloat, and to think. Coherent thoughts seem to string themselves into coherent streams more easily here... though why that should be, she doesn't know. The pilot's heavy boots make a satisfying crunch as she moves with no particular attempts at stealth over the still-large pile of rubble that marks where the great edifice once stood. She's an odd form in the night, unsteady angles melting into curves only to reform into angles whenever a knee juts out to test her foothold on the dangerous ruins. Eventually she finds herself a seat on the base of a pilla