[centre][u]18:43 - 18:55 GST

Aboard the Kaggath, main prison complex[/u][/centre]

"No, I don't really need any Kolto patches it'll heal on it-Oh Nek Take it that's cold!" Nazca blurted out as she felt the Kolto patch press against her skin. She glared balefully at both of them as they continued to seal her injures, against her wishes. "They would have healed on their own. And people are going to need them more than I am, especially if the lizard gets to them. Or the robot hand guy with the scar over his eye decides to stop pretending to be charming. It was refreshing, actually, to see how he really was. That 'I'm not really that bad of a guy' act was wearing a little thin." She grinned at Xid as he averted his eyes, teasing him. "Aww, you're such a gentleman. Thank you so much Xid, whatever would I have done in this terrible situation if you had seen a little skin? I would have had to fall on my lightsaber from mortification!"

She turned her gaze to Lea's innocent smile, smiling in response. "Thank you. Though next time I say let it heal on it's own, do so please? I already have enough trouble with him not listening to me." She gestured to Xid's retreating back. "Now, I just want to get to a bunk and fall asleep and pretend for a little bit that I'm still in Nar Shadda where things were nice and simple and all that mattered was the next target I could steal from and outrun." She gingerly got off the table, taking a few careful steps to make sure she wouldn't collapse any time soon. She hissed a bit in pain as her side stretched. Much like Lea said, it still hurt. She looked back at the girl, smiling sheepishly. "Well, I won't be running anywhere anytime soon...I guess this is what I get for taunting the giant brutal lizard."

Her ears seemed to perk up as she caught Shiri's voice and, more importantly, mention of a Pazaak game. She moved as quickly as she was able without collapsing again and looked out the doorway at the Twi'lek. Her expectant face fell into disappointment as she saw no evidence of a Pazaak deck. "You played Pazaak and you didn't ask for a deck? Come on! We're likely to go insane from boredom during the down time." Then Nazca remembered her appearance. Missing tunic , nothing more than a wrap around her to keep her modest, her own dried blood on the side of her pants, clearly clawed side, and generally ruined appearance. Nazca held up her stump, as if she still had a hand to hold up in a calming fashion. 

"Okay, look, I can explain in a very concise terms how none of this was my fault. You should remain calm, and not yell at me for insulting the sith with my very extensive repertoire of insults in a variety of languages, stealing one of their lightsabers, or trying to bite one's nose off. You should instead focus on how to get us a Pazaak deck to occupy ourselves with." Nazca gave her best winning and innocent smile at the Twi'lek.