She holds very, very still, smirking. (Heart racing with excitement.)

"Curious," she corrects.

"Sith are dangerous. The Force is dangerous. To be Sith is to hold a knife to the neck of everyone around you." A flick of her thumb, and an identical red saber blade sprouts from the other end of her lightsaber, exactly mirroring its pair's position, but at Sicaria's throat. "Even yourself. Uncontrolled curiosity will be your death. Perhaps I should spare myself the trouble of cleaning up your mess later, and kill you now." Her blade moves of a fraction of a fraction and twin burn lines appear across both of their necks. She doesn't even flinch.

"These are the impulses you will be fighting, the line you will be walking every second of every minute of every hour of every day. If you survive the training. You will suffer for the training. Sith were conscripted in my era. The training was not asked for, because no one would wish to ask for it. Three in five lasted less than a year. You need a better motivation than curiosity."

The mask of bravado, of flirtatiousness falls away, leaving something cold and steely in its wake. (It's almost like the swaggering girl Sicaria was talking to has vanished entirely, an illusion drawn in mist and burned away by her blade. This girl standing in front of her feels just as real as the last.)

"I will have power," she says, "Whether you teach me or not."

(Cold is perhaps not the best word, nor steely.)

"I will have power, because that is what I am. I will have power, because the galaxy stands on a precipice, and someone must rise to meet it."

(Sicaria might be the predator, here, but her prey isn't helpless.)

"I am not asking for training."

(She doesn't flinch.)

She stares her down for a moment, then another.

Then she deactivates her lightsabers and steps back. The background looming disappears.

"Good. You might survive."

"I intend to."

A beat, then - 

"You're strong."

(She means in more than just the physical violence Sicaria just threatened.)

"I know."

Tiny smile. "Something else I want."

"I'm not sure I can teach that."

"There could be things I want behind just training."

"Mm. I'm sure."

Her flirtatious smile fades, some, but she doesn't say anything right away. Just watches Sicaria.

Sicaria watches right back.

"What will you teach me?"

"How to call upon the Force and survive doing so. How to bend it to your will. How to fight. How to hide. How to explore ruins such that you have a less than eighty percent chance of getting yourself killed."

Softer, more sincere smile. (Possibly actually sincere? She's hard to read, still.)

"An excellent lesson plan."

"That's a list of subjects, not a lesson plan. I think you will not like the lesson plans as much."

"We'll see."

"We shall. But not here. This facility is not suitable."

Nod.

Then, dragging the words out of herself (her masks slipping a little): "There's resources I have in my - normal life, but they come with someone who'll try to control me, and might manage to be - obnoxious about it."

"Your normal life is a sacrifice you will have to make. I did."

"You want me to leave it behind entirely?"

"What good is it to you?"

"Resources," she says, flatly. "Influence I've already built up. Leaving it behind will close those doors to me, and will set off a man hunt besides."

"There's no Sith Empire anymore. No Sith, period, except you, and some jurisdictions allow research or even a bit of relic collecting, but being a Sith is still illegal in the Republic. Your money isn't going to be worth anything in this era, though you could pawn off some items or steal, I suppose. Your name won't be worth anything, either, except as a reason for the Jedi Order to hunt us. The Pyramid of Ancient Knowledge means effectively nothing to me, and I've actually studied history."

"The Force is mighty, from everything I've heard. It isn't the only means of holding nor wielding power in the galaxy."

"Then why do you seek it?"

She's quiet for a long moment. 

"I just truly learned I can."

"It's important. Not everything, but - I need it."