Jaisyn stares up at the statue, head tilting to the side as she processes what she's... feeling from the guardian. There's some sort of energy there for sure, but it's not any of the spectrums of the Force she's gotten herself acquainted with over the years. How curious.

And it's that curiosity that has her reaching out. Not physically; she remains standing there nearly as still as the statue, unmoving except for the slow blinking of her eyes. Through what she feels is the most compatible frequency of the Force she extends that invisible hand, a quiet greeting.

Hello.