He felt a tug on his sleeve, looking back towards Cath, he found that she had moved.
[b]"You are the inquisitor!? Why did you send me here…" [/b]She managed to say, getting weaker. 
Zhevon grabbed her shoulders and helped her lay back down, [b]"I didn't, but I'll figure what happened."[/b] He assured her, he turned back to Lilith.
[b]“Of course I put those melta bombs there! I was assigned to demolish that building and the cult inside - nobody thought to tell me of the Inquisition being here! I just sort of happened along Aviza, killed a bunch of guards, et-cetera. Would’ve been much more convenient if I knew there was artillery support available, I wouldn’t have had to sneak around that mansion for days and carry around all those explosives.” [/b]She went on, explaining her situation.
[b]"Mm, yes. If I had known there were allies in the area I would have contacted them. There was a failure of communication, and I apologize. I should have checked."[/b] He apologized, rubbing the side of his chin, checking back on Cath.
[b]“Is she…? She looks rather eh…”[/b]
[b]"Incapacitated."[/b] He finished her thought, [b]"She probably needs a medic."[/b]
Lilith looked back at Zhevon, [b]“While I’m here, is there anything you need? You seem… rather reason compared to ah, your compatriots, shall we say?”[/b]
He rubbed the back of his neck, [b]"Some of them are rather passionate."[/b] He admitted, glancing down at the ground, [b]"If you could quickly inspect these two vehicles, to check if they're clean or not, I would be greatly appreciative."[/b]

He looked over her shoulder and noticed Magos Natta approaching.
"I hope that I am not interrupting, but the wounded within this transport appears to be perspiring, perhaps I might be of some assistance in this instance?" The Magos asked plainly. Stukov had then finished patching himself up, presumably, and had come back. Stukov spoke, Zhevon finding himself agreeing more or less with his orders. Stukov would certainly make a capable second in command. Zhevon put the note in the back of his mind. As the Magos worked on Cath, Zhevon looked on in curiosity, the man had little interest in becoming a doctor or medic but the actual process involved in healing was interesting.
Once he seemingly finished, he spoke up.
[b]“My work would be more precise with a better environment; we must move her carefully to a more acceptable location.”[/b]
Zhevon looked at Stukov, and then the Magos, [b]"...Well that's better than what I ever could have done."[/b] He remarked, [b]"Agreed, Magos Natta. We could use the makeshift stretcher I acquired earlier. It's... Basically a door, to move her into the safehouse. There should be a table or two there suitable enough for you to work with."[/b]

Cath turned her head to Zhevon, [b]“If you are the inquisitor who's send me here... then my equipment shouldn't be too far. They told me everything I wanted will be send over to your location in the unlikely case I survive and am extracted... I have a sword in it... I don't care about anything else, but the chainsaber. It's a battle trophy from my first battle...”[/b]
Zhevon nodded to her request, a package of... Stuff, containing a chainsaber, [b]"Don't worry, I'll send one of my most trusted to retrieve your saber. Focus on recovering for now."[/b] He assured. He took out a communicator and sent a message, [b]"He's already on it."[/b]