Kerra, for her part, is not terribly concerned about Claire. She's had blessedly few people in her life that genuinely frighten her, and even fewer that she couldn't deal with handily. She is quite eager, however, to put a face to the text. She hasn't had many opportunities to meet people that weren't trying to kill her in the last two years, but that was the life she led. One meeting for coffee with someone who seemed equally eager for it couldn't be too bad, and she'd left for the shop after cleaning up with a spring in her step.

She wasn't too early, arriving a couple of minutes after the appointed time and settling against the wall near the door to wait, fiddling with a small holo-display on her multitool.

When Claire approaches, or who she assumes to be Claire based on the greeting and appearance, her gaze snaps up immediately and she stows the device, grinning. One look tells her quite a bit, mostly that Claire's nervous and excited...though the Force helps her a little with that.

"Hey! Don't sweat it one bit," she replies in a warm contralto, before offering her hand for a shake. "I just got here myself, but I'm usually late, so I don't get to complain."