[center]~|Day 2, 18:50-19:18 GST |~
~|Navi, Prisoner Complex (Aurek)|~[/center]

Navi’s light, armored shell felt Lea’s foot lash out and kick him. Immediately the droid bunkered down and braced himself against the incoming hit, his legs resisting the harsh attempt to get him to move like some unwanted snerf. He followed his it with a series of rude clicks and whirls that were clear  protesting remarks over his treatment. Even his laser was pushed out and ready to give Lea a hot spot on her leg for the transgression, through it was more of a bluff than serious consideration. It was set at the lowest setting, but even if it hit true and made lasting contact, the effects would hurt considerably. Through only an idiot or one that didn’t feel pain, wouldn’t move their cooking appendage when something hot was pressed against it. 

To Koren, if he caught it, he would hear Navi calling the young girl a worthless meat sack and piece of organic waste found within the refresher in his irritation.  His optics glared at the female who peered quickly down to spot what she had hit then quickly returned to her meal, unfazed by the little droid’s warnings and insults. For a moment, the little droid stood there until  his body was quickly lifted up then pulled near the Echani padawan’s seat.  

"Shh, careful! We can try and get someone who knows what you're saying to listen to you but not if you get caught!" Khan stated in worry, then placed him to the side where he would stay out of trouble.  

Buzzt, beep… skt! Navi cursed at Khan, the droid’s irritation showing in his word choice rather than his tone. Not that the boy could understand him. Koren would catch something around along the lines of useless organic and Lea started it as the droid forced himself to settle down. His legs folded up and underneath his hexagon shaped form among the the padawan’s lap, patiently waiting for any conversation to start over the escape. At least he hoped something would be discussed through he had little hope.  

He was gradually growing more negative the longer he remained in their presence, his frustration and impatience piling up, as he thought about Xid in the tank. It was starting to seem like a mystery how the Council managed to last this long and why they hadn’t lost the war sooner. 

Navi let the Jedi begin their meal while he lifted upright to gently crawl over Khan’s upper thigh. His movements likely felt strange and odd, tickling even, when he edged toward Koren’s direction. On route, the little droid then nudged Denso’s foot who was likely also sitting down to eat but paid the Jedi little mind for the moment. By the time Navi reached a sitting Koren, then poked the Jedi in the leg to gain his attention. He then buzzed and clicked about Xid, seeming to hint in his word choice the Jedi didn’t do much to prevent the technician from getting injured, while he also  what they were aiming to do. he didn’t bother to keep tabs on Lea, still being upset with her, when she seemed to excuse herself from the bench and moved toward the bunks to rest. If Xid hadn’t been in the kolto tank, the boy would’ve insisted on seeing if a full body scan or blood testing could’ve been done to determine the cause of his ally’s sickness. However, Navi had little issue leaving the woman to battle out whatever was happening to her. A perk of being a droid and not a Jedi, the way he saw it.