Samara sat in the hull of the ship, eyes closed and legs folded. Her arms rested on her knees as she focused. She could feel the Force around her. She could feel it swirling slowly, could hear the softness of her own breath, the tapping-

Tapping. Tapping, tapping, tapping, continuous tapping. Quiet, but not inaudible. Her eyes opened, rather unamused gaze finding her bored padawan.

“Young one,” she said slowly, voice holding a hint of warning, “settle your mind.”