Kajeela stood stock still. Flanked on either side by two of her loyal Enforcers who, also, were standing stock still. The trio looked like some strange, true-life sculpture set against the inner wall of the foyer entrance of the Jedi Complex. Even the Director's tail swayed not an inch. Her petite hands folded neatly together infront of her were unmoving, as were the Enforcers much larger ones hanging close at their sides. They were as statues. Only the slight rise and fall of their crisp uniforms against their chests as they all breathed indicated that they were not statues at all.

Kajeela's grey eyes, usually so intense and penetrating, were somewhat hooded. Perhaps she felt a certain discretion was warrented for this particular visit. If that was so, then she had failed miserably. The Cizeracks couldn't have gone more unnoticed by those Jedi that passed by them enroute to their various tasks, than if they had all been dancing a jig and singing a ribald chorus.

"We have sent for Jedi Knight Jubei -- I'm sure he wont be long" a young fresh-faced man explained with a curteous bow.

A faint flicker of Kajeela's ears was the only acknowledgement the young Jedi clerk received as reply. Long wait or not, it was clear the Cizeracks were not moving until he arrived.