The savage Twi'lek was once again bewildered. Standing at arms, a new harness wrapped her near nakedness, the webbing holding weapons she'd stripped from those she'd slain. She was leaning upon her pike, one that during the fight she'd discovered could be charged with electricity. She had named it the crackle stick. She was expecting to be congratulated for successfully defending half of the ship all by herself when Cor ran past her with wild abandon.

"We leaving are?" she asked as another figure, the much smaller cowled figure with the amber glowing eyes rushed on by, also ignoring her.

"What are seals? Why up they must be?" she said, to nobody in particular, "and where be my four arm friend?"

Moving carefully towards the front of the old freighter Arla kept a wary eye out for her "new friend" lest it rend her with those dangerous claws. Additionally, she had to wonder what else was here in the hold. During the chase and the fighting many of the cages had overturned and might well have opened. It could be quite dangerous.