It was a relief to take my protective gear off. Placing it with my other gear on the floor by the bed, I felt like I could breath easily for the first time in months. An odd thought to have, given the owner of the ship that would be my rescue... and the allegiances of it's owner.

Wolfe started to say something about the poachers as the door to the room opened. I looks up sharply, having expected a knock.

Wolfe's sentence trailed off abruptly, and I recognized a look I'd seen often as a slave. Apparently the Togorian were just as fascinated with my race as any others. I was unable to prevent a small smirk from twisting my lips.  He was rather clumsy for a Sith, letting his guard down so easily.

"I realize this is your ship, Wolfe, it would be lovely if next time you could knock," I said patiently.

"And... what were you saying?" I prompted, reminding him he'd been speaking. "And where are you hurt?" I added, remembering why he was even here. I looked at him properly. In the doorway he seemed even larger than he'd been in the cell. The small space emphasized his imposing stature. He didn't seem seriously injured... in fact he seemed rather fit. [i]Not bad... if you like your men with fur,[/i] I observed, idly wondering what a Togorian's fur actually felt like. [i]Tsk, focus Aayla. He's a Sith.[/i]