She sensed nothing, but heard the heavy thumps of metallic footfalls growing louder. Then the door slid open. The Jedi opened her eyes and was met with a droid; one of Grievous’ personal guards, she knew. But rather than a staff or a blaster, it was carrying a crude platter with what appeared to be a slab of meat. If it was expecting any action from her, it did not show it. Instead it simply approached and laid the food down before her knees. She watched, but did nothing more.
The machine turned away and made its way back to the entrance. To attempt to escape would be pointless. For one thing there would be more guards, and as powerful as she may have been with the Force, it would only get her so far. And the more she dwelled on it, the more she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, despite the lack of visible holocams or recorders. So no, it was too early to flee. She would have to bide her time. Patience.
Alone once more, the Togruta peered down at what she assumed had been given to her as a meal. Thankfully, whatever the ‘delicacy’ was, it did not appear raw. That only left the risk of poison. It was unlikely to be lethal. If the infamous slayer of Jedi wanted her dead, surely her body would have been rotting by now? But could he seek to administer something with another effect? She picked up the meat, smelling it, prodding it with her senses both natural and Force-given. No sign of any danger.
Still, she was not yet hungry. So she placed it back and resumed her meditation. The time for eating would come later.
