[When she opens the door to let him in it's very likely that she looks anything at all like a threat. She'd managed to find some comfortable clothes here for her days inside, has her hair down for once, and has even forgone shoes in her own apartment simply because the idea of not having to constantly have boots on to be ready to flee or fight is something she's finding oddly comfortable.

If the life of a student were always nothing but learning and lounging around in fancy homes she might decide to take it up in earnest, honestly.]

Engineering seems to be the thing that pays well. Come on.

[Standing aside to let him in, she motions to the low table in the living room that she's set up with a very small, very stolen meal. It had been easy enough to wander up to the Chacier house and ask one of the men outside to bring her something simple and easy to travel with, and with just a tiny push of the Force he'd agreed readily enough. Disappeared, come back out with a few sandwiches that may not have been much to anyone inside those fancy doors but looked like a feast to her the moment she'd unwrapped the package and set everything out for herself and for Mal.

There's even a little kettle already heating up and two cups for the tea.]

Hopefully this will do until we can go back to the ship. I miss vegetables. Did you know Clara has a garden in the sunlight room?