[center]~|Day 2, 22:08-22:12 GST|~
~|Jayda, Animal Pens and Sith Practicing Chambers|~[/center]

When Zanna’s presence finally left, Jayda’s hand retracted back to her side and she took a cautious step back. Her figure retreated to a more comfort distance but she was still prejudice of the lurker before her. Purple eyes shifted up and down, absorbing details like his masked face to barely any revealed skin, making it difficult to visually tell if he was man or alien. Her nostrils flared for a moment. The man’s scent wafted in deeply causing her to shift through the factors given to her and identify those associated with human, and forcing herself to ignore the darkness of the ship approaching their position. 

Soothing her bundling nerves trying to choke her, Jayda pulled her hand back to her side. The uninjured one lingered near her lightsaber where the sensation of  it being close gave her comfort. His body language was submissive and withdrawn causing her  to force herself to relax, her noting his voice was muffled through the mask he wore when he spoke. 

“Oh,” Ven’ren started, his head bobbing like some bird sizing up a predator, seemingly unaware of Zanna’s departure. “Well that explains it. One has to be always careful, yes. If one is not jumpy enough, one could easily fine oneself pinned to a wall suddenly. I won’t try to kill you through. Unless you stab me, and you shouldn’t.” 

His words were odd despite the normalcy and tone they were spoken in when he added. “But if my presence unnerves you, I shall leave you be now.” 

“No need.” Jayda said then started to move toward Zanna’s wake. She held her injured palm pressed tightly against her robes and moved carefully, still wary of Ven’ren, until she nearly reached the doors. 

Originally, she was hoping to make to the turbolift without additional further incident but it seemed the day had other plans. Upon just about to round the corner and escape from Ven’ren’s presence, the dark concentration of  dark side force came into view and blocked her way. Vivithe was leading along an ex-Jedi, her robes seemingly altered to the Sith attire for an acolyte, who Jayda immediately realized was Nazca. Among the last individuals she expected to betray the prisoners she fought so hard to protect.  A wave of disappoint rose up like a snake in her heart then struck before she mentally stamped it down, her figure paused, side stepped and made a slight bow to the Sith lord waiting for her to pass by. 

Mentally, Jayda was hoping to escape from this situation without being roped into anything else, mentally debating on what to do if the Lord didn’t walk. Sish would’ve been able to deny anything she asked with little consequence, the few perks a Sith Lord held in their rank when the individual was of equal or less one, through for once he was nowhere to be seen. The one time she wouldn’t have rebelled against his commands, he was likely drooling and fast asleep in his quarters. A place she should’ve been a long time ago.