"Absolutely, Master Koon. I had no idea you were around. I would have said hello," he apologized. Standing up from the bench in the courtyard of the Temple, he gave a polite bow. "Is there anywhere in particular you had in mind?"

Behind him, the other clones were steadily relaxing in Plo's presence, a stark contrast to their commander, who remained professional and guarded. Behind the visor of his helmet, Fox wore his suspicion openly. The Coruscanti population was annoyed by the clone presence at best and saw them as meat droids they could just get rid of at worst, so the Guard tended to be...well, on guard around natborns. Fox especially. He received every report about every cruelty that his vode were subjected to, while his vode tended to only be aware of their own treatment and the treatment of those close to them. On top of that, when higher status individuals had an issue with a clone, they took their grievances straight to the top. It took a thousand warm interactions to counter every hostile or cold one, and Fox hadn't had even a hundred warm interactions. As if it couldn't get any tougher for Plo, he also had to get past Fox's distrust for jetiise. Yes, some were kind, but others were not. While he would never outright admit it, those others had made Fox fear them. "Allow me to escort you to the prison then, sir, where you can try your hand at interrogation."

Fox's attention had been on his men when the stranger entered the barracks, so, when he turned to see who it was, he was visibly taken aback. He had always been uneasy around jetiise. Snapping to attention, he greeted, "General Plo Koon!" Behind him, the present Coruscant Guard followed suit, as perfectly postured as their highest commanding clone officer. "The Coruscant Guard wouldn't want to burden you, General. Shouldn't you be resting while you're here?"