The Girl stared almost blankly at him as she saved her. "My leg... Leg is... How do you think it is?" She asked sarcastically. A stupid question as far as everyone was concerned looked at the tattered remains of her leg. A large blaster scorch mark in the top of it, not helped by the leg already being broken from when the room collapsed on her, blood steadily leaking from several open wounds. "What is... Going on?" she asked, the blood-loss really starting to effect her. "Those... Aren't real Clones are they...? They must be... Seperatists..." she said.