Mirthful laughter echoed off the walls at the almost spot-on impression of her father, Yerbol feeling a touch of his stress(and hers?) vaporizing with the release of emotion. It was nice to laugh without the constant pressure of one's life potentially being extinguished at a moment's notice. When she spoke again, he turned his head to find her face slightly pinker than normal. Probably from the laughing. When she apologized, he nodded, returning her grin as she confessed her fear. 
"Well, that makes two of us." Yerbol leaned his head against the cool metal. 
"In the span of three days, every single thing we've known is being torn apart. What was once safe isn't anymore...which I guess isn't too bad of a thing to happen." Another glance cast her way. 
"If this had never happened, if we had continued to stay on opposite sides of the spectrum, the cycle of conflict between Jedi and Sith would never stop. In a sense, the True Sith did us a favor. Instead of camping out in our temples condemning the other, we're being forced to work together...not to say that it won't all fall apart when we stop them, but I think some good might come of this." His right hand, which once rested on the floor, was now resting on her knee, which he didn't notice as he continued:
"Notice how I said 'when', right? Cause we're going to stop them. This mass murdering spree that they want go on, the dominance they want to exert over the galaxy...it's like they believe they have the right to control the fate of the galaxy because 'they were here first' and 'they know better than us'." He shook his head, chortling. 
"They had no more staying power than any of the other movements or civilizations before them. You've read history books: schools of thought and philosophies come, stay for a bit, then get shoved aside for other ideas." A grimace then formed. 
"What does that say about the Jedi and the Sith? What do we do after we..." He shook his head.
"One thing at a time, right? We just have to figure out our next step, which involves us sticking together." Yerbol then caught sight of where his right hand was resting and quickly withdrew it, placing it back on the floor, said placement accompanied by a nervous laugh. 
"So uh...have any idea where your father went off to? We should probably talk to him about our ideas...if he'll listen." He rose, extending a hand to help his partner up just as the scream of hyperdrive engines roared over their heads. Looking up, he caught the glimpse of a fleeting craft, but it was moving too quickly to identify. A lump formed in his throat. They couldn't have found them already, right? It must've been Aria's father in some way...right? Yes. Yes, it had to be.