Etain had just arrived that day, herself; although at least she got met by someone she knew just off the docks, so at least she's been filled in. An entirely too uncomfortable conversation later, she's found her assigned house and is out to explore again, a new change of clothes--not Jedi robes, almost certainly never again--and her own lightsabers hanging from her belt. She's been told things were fairly safe, but they were a piece of home she wanted.

A piece that looked less odd than carrying about her son's stuffed nerf in plain sight. That particular item is hidden in a pocket.

"You really think so? The buildings seem a little... short," Etain says, stepping by her to look through the window herself, aware she had no room to comment on anything or anyone's height.