Cowin hadn't heard Marienna moving, but he did feel her moving about the room. It was a skill he had developed in his youth. His sister Terisa had taken to stealthily approaching her younger brother to sneak a peak at what his was going, if not surprise him. At first he was an easy target, when engrossed in a task, and it had gotten to the point where her monkeyshines had made him angry and Terisa enjoyed it that much more.
It was a slow processes at first, diverting most of his attention to how the room felt, whether anyone's eyes were upon him. He had no shortage of practice, and every success elated him with vindication. Eventually, years later, he could do it without thinking about it, and sometimes identify who it was entering his space. Mercifully, unable to startle Corwin anymore Terisa abandoned her little game. The skill remained, Corwin had found it helpful a number of times.
He smiled broadly as he felt Marienna close behind him; expecting that he was unaware of her proximity. Corwin was surprised when he caught the scent of her perfume. He hadn't imagined how the woman would have smelled previously, but he realized he had not expected her to have a scent at all.
He stopped his work, troubled for a moment. Marienna was quickly proving his expectations incorrect and it puzzled him some. He had expected her to be a cold, calculating, spartan woman; that wasn't the case. She was sentimental and cordial when the opportunity arose, even her dealings with the locals was on the friendly side of stern. He had definitely not expected to be joking openly and laughing with the woman. For a moment he wondered if it had something to do with him before dismissing the thought as unlikely.
His workstation had lists of farms with number designations and data for the size and yearly yield of each. They were color-coded with most being grey, a handful in green, and the remainder in yellow or red.
The data pad had list of designated farms with their workers and start dates only a handful were indicated by yellow.
"You might want to look at the people you speak to, Corwin."
"I didn't realize you were sensitive to such things Marienna."
He replied still smirking in amusement, though it was plain he was still in thought.
"You do smell nice though." His grin widened.
He nodded approvingly at her report. He normally would have remarked at a job well done, but didn't feel Marienna would appreciate what could only seem as a patronizing complement on doing her job.
He found it amusing how she spoke to KV and wondered if it was her fondness for the droid in particular, or if she treated all droids that way. He wasn't sure he could, to him it felt like talking to furniture. Even protocol droids, despite their attempt to appear alive and speak, unless he imagined a person inside the metallic shell, he felt foolish.
"A few farms scattered around the region, not far. I want to see what this data looks like practically."
He replied, still working away on his data pad, but clearly listening, he still had not turned to look at her.
At the change of subject, Corwin scooped his data pad off the table and turned to regard Marienna with his full attention, resting the data pad with a dark screen in his lap. He leaned back in his chair with a curious look on his face. He seemed a bit surprised at the revelation but a smile returned to his face.
Corwin wasn't one to talk about himself. He never had been. It wasn't that he avoided the topic, he would just rather hear about other people and the things they had done. He stood and stretched letting out a satisfied sound.
"I am not much of a story teller, I wouldn't know where to begin. I cannot say I am very interesting either."
He mused rubbing the hair covered sides of his chin and heading to don his own boots having grabbed his cap from the table and pulled it on.
"Perhaps it would be easier to answer any questions you had on the way?"
He was bemused by KV's sudden fit, but smirked at Marienna's translation. Could she really understand those noises?
"Have no fear Kay-Vee, I have Lieutenant Beren to keep me out of trouble."
He replied to the droid, feeling foolish, but he felt it worthwhile for the remark. Data pad in his left hand he gestured to the door. He wasn't expecting to come across this 'Dalan' and wasn't terribly concerned if he did.
"After you Lieutenant."