The Jedi Temple, Ajan Kloss.
She was different from him in almost every regard. Her profile said that she was loud and fiercely independent. The recordings she gave to the archives about her past was enough to bring alarm. The pain and the confusion she had to feel, it was no different than his time as a slave within the spice mines. The outer rim was no place for an orphaned child. As far as he was aware, she had no training, not even a saber. He'd need to find out who she really was, and together they would begin to build a bond, one that he hoped she'd be able to look back upon, like he does with his own master.
He could sense her approach through the force. Here goes nothing, he'd think with a deep breath as he stood up, his hands folding across his chest and hidden under his brown robes. He'd tilt his head slightly as a young teenage girl entered the room, a soft smile forming on his face as he opened up his arms in a subtle greeting. "Good evening," he'd say in a soft tone, "My name is Jedi Knight, Oren Zapan, I will be your master...your name is?"