Almost immediately after she opened the door Riley drew his side arm, a plain looking blaster that had taken him not only through his military training but also through his tours in the Clone Wars. "Riley!" She exclaimed, noting immediately that he wasn't aiming at her, but just over her right shoulder. With one of his hands he pulled the senator away from the open doorway and pushed her gently to the side and out of view, an action that she did not protest.

"Who are you?" He demanded, not taking any further chances. The last had been close enough, and he already felt like a failure for not protecting the Senator the way he should have. Sure, the woman looked harmless enough, but she could have been anything. Changeling or force user...anyone could have been an assassin. Times were uncertain and he refused to take a risk on even such an innocent (not to mention beautiful) looking woman.

"Riley please....this is very unbecoming....you know that we are...." Ilanah said, though he kept his blaster trained on the girl and his eyes watched every move that she did or did not make. The Senator moved around the corner again, having taken a moment to put her satchel down. Her gaze turned to the girl, and she narrowed her eyes. "I know you, do I not? I have seen you around the Senate rotunda, but it has been many months...." Riley still did not let down his guard, and the two others were nearby just in case.

"Yes, Senator," she said, in a smooth voice, almost angelic. It was now laden with her Freeworlds accent. "I am Séraphine Dominique Leroy, former Staff Aide to Mical de Crion," she spoke after a moment. Despite it only being used for formal documents and identification, she had a habit, out of formality, of using her second name to introduce herself to everyone. It was a habit she had had since she was a little girl.

After a few moments for the situation to, hopefully, cool down, she spoke again. "I come as a messenger, for Mr. Crion could not come to visit you himself. He spoke very highly of you, Senator, and hopes that you can help him. May I come in to speak with you?" she asked, still standing with arms raised, attempting to look as unthreatening as possible.

"Did anyone see you, Ms. Leroy?" She noted the hood of the cloak and thought for a brief second that if she had it up, they might not have seen her face. Her gaze went back to Riley, who had relaxed a little. "He will just need to check you for weapons, I am afraid. Not my choice. Chandrilians are peaceful, you know, but...." The Senator trailed off and let out a little sigh before she would turn back into the house.

The bodyguard stepped forward. He was beefy, to say the least. A hulking ex-soldier that, after the war, had to seek other means of employment as he was no longer needed in service. "Miss." He said as he holstered the sidearm and folded his arms across his chest. The tanned flesh bore scars and imperfections from war. He would proceed to check her for any weapons on her person, before, if he was satisfied with her lack of firearms, he would let her follow the Senator into the manor and pull the door closed behind all of them.

Were they too listen, they would be in for a treat, for she had all manner of devices. From one that would black any attempt of an identification, causing her to be shown as an woman by the name of Jacqueline Thomas, a refugee from the Outer Rim sieges that had been relocated to Coruscant. Some heartfelt story about her family being slaughtered by the CIS, and her having to survive in a warzone as a young teenager was associated with the name. It was all fabricated, but no one would be able to tell. She also had another device her, to jam any listening attempt. It wouldn't be all that noticeable, just assumed to be an equipment malfunction rather than cause from an anti-espionage device.

She did have a small holdout blaster, which upon finding, she would relent to him, as well as a knife. "For my own protection," she noted, but being perfectly content with him taking them. She lowered her arms, and followed the Senator in. If anyone were watching, it would appear to probably take care of the stray. Upon entering, however, she turned to the Senator. "Two question, is your home clean of surveillance equipment, and may I freshen up before we begin our conversation?" she asked.

"Of course you may." She said, rising to her feet a moment later. "Let me show you where it is." Ilanah would lead her down the hallway to a rather large bedroom, obviously for guests, with a private bathroom attached. "Right through there. I will get some towels." The Senator would dissapear into the hallway for several long moments and return with a small stack of clean, fresh light blue towels and a bottle of soap.

"Will this do?" She asked as she laid them on the end of the bed. "I could find you something to wear if you would like me to have your clothing washed too. There is a robe hanging on the hook on the back of the bathroom door if you decide that is what you want." Ilanah offered a small smile and then exited the rooms to give the girl some privacy.

After five minutes of washing her face and hair, and then drying it, she left the guest bedroom, cloak in hand, and returned to the sitting room where the Senator was at. "I apologize for that, under better circumstances I would have looked much better for visiting you, Senator." she said, taking a seat. After systematically folding her cloak into her lap, she settled herself in a chair, and cleared her throat rather quietly before speaking. "I am here, on behalf of Mical de Crion. He knows that while you present the appearance of an Imperial lackey, but you are truly a Republic loyalist. There is no need in presenting your fake self to myself or Mr. Crion any longer. And he also, apologizes for the media ad that his organization put out against you." she said.

"I have to apologize, Ms. Leroy. Riley is a little....he will be alright in a few days I am sure." She wasn't really sure if he would be or not, but she would find the finest physicians to care for him if he was not. "We were just making preparations to return to Coruscant. Yours is a welcome delay." For the moment, she avoided the subject that the woman had brought up.

"How is Mical?" She asked as she stood and smoothed her hands over the bodice of her sapphire gown. "I hope that he is well....as much as can be expected. I wish that there had been something that could have been done...more than what I was able to do." Ilanah murmured as she peered out the window for a moment and then turned her attention back into the room.

"Despite that, Ms. Leroy....I am a loyal servant of the Empire....we all are. We have to be as such." She gave a brief smile before she settled back onto the edge of her chair. "Unfortunately, the Republic is dead. Mical knows this...." She eyed Seraphine for a moment to try and read her. yes, she had seen her at the Senate rotunda, and yes, she remembered seeing the girl with Mical de Crion on occasion, but that did not mean that the Senator truly trusted the girl.

"I understand. He went through a lot, but it may take a more than a few days. I do not mean to impose, but perhaps some time off would do him some good?" she said, making an innocent suggestion... that hopefully, Riley did not hear. "And I apologize for the delay. I had expected you to already be back on Coruscant yesterday, but when I found your office was vacant, I came here in seeking you out." she said. She shook her head at her inquest about Mical.

"I'm afraid Mr. Crion is not well. He had been trapped in his ship on Coruscant for months, but made it home to Tallaan yesterday. Unfortunately, while he has been gone, inexplicably, extremely strong public support has turned into strong opposition. There were riots last night due to his return, and he resigned his post as Premier of the Tapani Freeworlds. Now, he plans on focusing on his charities and vineyard," she said, taking a breath. "I'm afraid the Empire was behind this opposition against him. In the last election for Premier, he won ninety percent of the vote... someone like that doesn't become a pariah in just a couple of months." she said, recalling what had been relayed to her through various means and sources.

After she spoke the Republic, she suddenly felt as if she made a big mistake. Immediately an escape plan formulated in her mind, and while she didn't like it, she would use it... as much as it would compromise her. Her assignment was too important to be caught or anything of the sort. Despite her gut instinct to run, she stayed, and pressed the Ilanah. "Senator, remember who I worked for. Remember his speech. I am someone you can be honest with. The Republic doesn't have to be dead... your predecessor believe that... and I know you believe that, no matter what act you put on." she said to her, hoping a pressured step would break through the act.

Mical's plight pulled at her heartstrings a bit. The Senator had always liked him, but she was not as outspoken as he was, nor would she ever been able to be. "Well, I worry for him. It is a dangerous place in this galaxy....very uncertain. I wish that there was something I could do something for him." She smiled a little and settled back into the chair and gazed thoughtfully out the window.

"What exactly did you need to see me for, Ms. Leroy? Perhaps we could cut to the chase. I hate to come off as rude, but it seems as though you might have an agenda and I am curious as to what that is. Does Mical need something that I can help with?" She asked as she turned her attention back to Seraphine.

"The thing about my predecessor is that she is now in hiding...who knows where. Chandrila was stripped of it's ships and put under the protection of the Empire because of her and while she was right, I cannot be like her. I am here to protect Chandrila and it's people, amongst other things...like freedom." She murmured as she leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs under the voluminous skirts of her gown.

"While I do not believe that she should have been so outspoken and risked Chandrila as she did, I do not want her to be harmed or to fall into the hands of the Empire, you see." Ilanah cleared her throat for a moment and then pulled herself to her feet. "I would like to help Mical more, of course." The fact was that Ilanah knew about where the former senator was, but nothing specific. Chandrila wasn't safe for her, certainly. "I do know someone who may know where she is. I will see if I can contact him on Mical's behalf. Does that sound satisfactory to you?"

"Please, pass on to your contact, Mical's message, which is simply: 'Contact me,'. I can act is the intermediary between this contact of yours and Mr. Crion, so you can be as uninvolved as possible. No need risking you too, in these turbulent times." she said to her, with sincere concern for the Senator. She was one of the good ones, and she personally hoped she would go far. It was simply a matter of balancing working for the people and keeping the Emperor happy, a balance Mical could not maintain, sadly.

"Please remember to tell Mical to contact me if he needs anything....here is my....well....lets just say she is my assistant....her card." She took a small plasticine card from Riley that had the contact information for Jules Erins on the back. "And he can contact me directly if needed...Jules just hands my special affairs."

"You are welcome to stay the night here if you need to, however. I know the hour is late. If not, Riley would be happy to take you to the spaceport when you are ready to go."

The pilot brought the vessel down into the hanger that was preassigned to him and the Senator. Upon leaving the shuttle to sit there, a transport was ready to take him to his final destiny at the Senator's home. Within just a few minutes, he arrived at the doorstep, then letting himself in. The house was quiet, and unusual quiet to him. Kal could feel the presence that had visited. It was dark, but weak.

His deep voice called out from the entry way, "Lana!?" She would be ecstatic that he had finally made his way back home, safe and unharmed.