She doesn't like it. Not at all. It really is like those eerie feelings in those ancient temples. Where rituals and terrible things occurred, horrific Force experiments that did frightening things to the fabric of reality, to say nothing of what other things could be hidden away.

Being stalked is not something Dia is fond of. She's the Assassin, damn it, she's the one who should be doing the stalking!

She holds her position, frowning when that feeling of Being Watched is coming from around her. She pulls the cloak and robe she's wearing tighter, pulling one of the Lightsabers off of her belt, twirling it in her hand to hold it at the ready.

Then there's a crash. Smashing glass and voices.

The smart thing to do would be to not get involved. To avoid whatever trouble there is and try to reach the central plaza, see what's going on. This would be the thing that most Sith would probably do without hesitating.

The problem was: Dia'ndria Starfall was not your typical Sith. She had a heart. She had compassion, which was never fully drilled out of her, just compartmentalized with the rest of her emotions. Dia hesitated for a moment as she mulled over which decision to make.

She sighed. Rolled her eyes expressively behind her goggles, mumbled something about 'Oh, fine' into her scarf, and went towards the commotion.

She rationalized it simply: Where there was commotion, there was people

Where there were people, there happened to be information.

By the Force, whatever it was, it was going to face the wrath of her very long, terrible, and absolutely cold and wet day.