"O course, Sergeant. I fear though that my employment might come to an abrupt end for my lack of being here. Then again, even as the Senator's guardsman, I can do little but accept the wrath of an Imperial agent."

"Oh uh...Mr....uhm...Sorry....Mr. Rennick." She stumbled, likely because he had caught her off guard with the question about Dimitri's cover name. "Shiv Rennick." Ilanah offered a little smile. "Are we about finished here, Gentlemen?"

Oh, to be sure, Maximov was more alive in fighting than anytime else, but he did not kill needlessly. He was no mindless beast to kill or no reason, but he'd already planned his moves. The sergeant, oddly perhaps, would be the second man to die if the time came.

Her gaze went to Dimitri as the stormtrooper questioned him about the speeder, and she paled a little. This didn't seem like it would end well.

"I assure you, Sergeant, that I am no thief."

The soft rap on the door had not been missed by Maximov's sharp ears, but he kept his posture relaxed. He would have liked more time to speak to the Senator, but odds were that this particular meeting was going to be cut short. His superiors in the GenoHaradan weren't likely to be pleased by the lack of answers he'd gleaned from Ilanah. If he could pull out of here without an issue now... well, that would be nice. Either way, a matter of minutes from now, it would be a moot point either way if he did not gain access to his datapad and punch in a sequence.

She closed and locked the door behind them and lingered there for a moment to mull over what she was going to say to Dimitri now. Ilanah rested her hands on the door and the frame for a moment before she finally turned. "I am going to need some answers, Mr. Rennick." She said, albeit a little sarcastically, as that alibi was the only name she knew for him.

"What are you really doing here?"

"Shiv Rennick is indeed a bounty hunter, as I am, but the form beneath the form is Dimitri Maximov, assassin and one of the many balance-keepers in the galaxy. Your husband was taken to the Inquisitorious in a very public manner. It leads me to believe that, despite their tortures, he is a fake. A fake Inquisitor who has managed to fool those who rule from Prakith. We have no informants in the Inquisitorious, Senator, or few enough that my superiors would like another. Your husband has been selected to be that man. I need to reach him so that I might make overtures."

As he spoke, he quickly tapped in a command to the datapad.

If he wanted the truth, he would have to do something to make her trust him. Gaining her trust, especially after her earlier visit, was not an easy task. Either way, the stormtroopers outside would be relentless and if they found Maximov to be even the slightest bit suspicious, she could risk being implicated too.

She was nervous, but she fought to hide it. It was a difficult situation to be in, that was for sure. "Why do you think a Sith would join you anyway? It seems a bit risky to me." She said quietly. "For him." More than anything, if she found that she could trust this man, she did not want Kal to end up getting hurt.

"Your inquisitive Inquisitor visitor was a fool on Coruscant. He came here likely to make up for the mistake of bumbling there, where he tried to take down a fleeing Force-user. I... tied him up, shall we say, and took the man he sought off-planet. I keep the balance, Senator. Prove myself? I suppose you'll just have to trust me. After all, we are each indebted to each other at least once. I spared your life... and you lied to save mine.

"Your husband is not likely a Sith, no matter what he told you. There are only two Sith known to us in this galaxy... and their identities are not for you. A Dark Jedi? That is more likely. Perhaps a Jedi faking being a Dark Jedi to keep his wife safe."

She switched gears quickly. "Yes, dark jedi...forgive my ignorance regarding all of that. I hardly know anything about it. " She said quietly as she peeked out the window again.

Idly, she wondered how he knew what Kal was doing for her. It was a lucky guess on his part, certainly. She wished Kal was home. It would have made this easier.