(Johanna) "That's a crock of you-know-what," Johanna counters as politely as she can, "And Kyle Senesca *is* a half-baked idiot. Do you know what he was running around asking us to do?" She pauses for a moment, more for dramatic effect than anything else, and plants her hands on her hips in that old way of hers that generally indicates genuine displeasure with a certain someone or something. "He wanders into the Basilica, squats there for Maker only knows how many weeks, babbling on about these... what the kark did he call them... runes, I think, of his that he purportedly got chased off of... uh.... Orphenhalz III, wherever the kark THAT is!... for, and then he demands that the Jedi who have... well... oh, for Maker's sake! Nevermind! It's stupid, you know that? He's stupid. This whole id