[Throughout the evening, Thrawn can be found on the promenade, seated comfortably at a table in the gardens. In his hands he shuffles a series of luminously laminated cards, their bright, almost holographic edges gleaming in the light. Before him, laid out in rows, rests another folded hand, implying to anyone vaguely familiar with card games that he's playing (perhaps rather sadly) with no one but himself.

One leg crosses the other, his lips thinning as he lays down the deck and draws up five cards, studying their faces as though beginning the cycle anew. The chair across from him sits empty, its unmanned hand and accompanying chair looking almost pitiful amongst milling recruits and passing shoppers. Occasionally someone stops, watching for a few hesitant beats before thinking better of it and walking away.

Still, all things considered, Thrawn doesn't seem to mind. Perhaps isolation suits him.

Or perhaps he's merely good at disguising how much it does not.]

You are not afraid, are you?

[Thrawn asks mildly, already unclasping the high, pressed collar of his uniform. Their task is, at the very least, a simple one: to gather the seeds scattered throughout the roots of a large, almost sentient looking collection of trees just ahead— and if not for the massive claws each individual tree holds up in an instinctive warning, it would be a quick assignment as well.

Of course, that still leaves them with the matter of those vicious, bared claws.]

[What is something you like about your exercise partner?]

That they are present.

[The orb sparks with warm light, seemingly oblivious to the flat tone and inexpressive look scrawled across Thrawn's angular features. If nothing else, it is true. A gentle ping precedes the next question, prompting the Chiss's glowing gaze to settle expectantly on his partner's face.

Hopefully it's not a terribly difficult question.]