Aria nodded, whisking past Neta to plug the other code into the machine. Thanks to Neta's quick thinking, the blockade Admirals believed their bluff and the ship passed through freely with no more violence threatened upon them. Aria didn't question what the statement of 'happy hunting' meant. Probably something to do with tracking down others who weren't in line with the collective goal and...removing them. She trusted Neta to pull through on her promise of contacts on Nar Shaddaa who could help them, so after they'd made the hyperspace jump she left Yerbol and the redheaded mercenary in the cockpit (she wanted to talk to Yerbol, of course, but she had to attend to their two newest additions first), in order to get Vano and Takree as comfortable as they could in one of the other bunk rooms. 

There was more arguing as Vano made vehement protests against her willingness to team up with 'some stupid Jedi kid', which almost resulted in Ari decking the older acolyte for that comment against Yerbol, though she restrained herself and simply implored with the Mirialan to trust HER, even if she didn't particularly like or trust YERBOL at this time. After Takree had chipped in with a few persuasive arguments of his own to help with Aria's convincing, Vano reluctantly agreed. Aria had intended to leave the two acolytes with Neta, Janika and Manso and return to Yerbol precisely then, but had to wait until the tearing sensation had dulled again before she was coherent enough to put one foot in front of the other to actually get back to the room they'd ended up dubbing as 'theirs'. 

When she stepped through the door, he was just getting up after presumably recovering from the planet death side effects himself. Aria started towards him, but paused halfwway across the room to check herself for a moment. He had at least changed into clean clothing, she on the other hand had not done so yet. Her nose wrinkled as she held up a hand to stop any possible protests.
"Hang on, you don't wanna come any closer right now. I reek." she couldn't even begin to imagine the kinds of thoughts that were running through his head right now, it was unlikely Yerbol had ever experienced such a strong surge of emotions in a recent enough time period, and of course she wanted to offer any support she could to him in helping him to come to terms with it. But AFTER she was clean. "Just give me a few minutes to get freshened up a bit." 
The spare clothes Neta had lying around were different to what she was used to wearing; and she was almost certainly too pale in complexion to pull off the awful cream colour, but desperate times called for desperate measures. As promised, Aria was in the cramped refresher room no longer than ten minutes before she sidled out again and sank down to sit beside him with a soft groan.

"Ah, dammit, my spine aches, I think I landed on it funny when we jumped out at that Twi'lek village." Aria grumbled, a wry smirk flickering over her lips before it faded and she glanced sideways at the Knight beside her in concern, resting a hand gently on the knee closest to her. "Do you...want to talk about stuff? I-I know you're feeling crappy but I KNOW how to cope with the whole 'emotion overload thing." she squeezed his knee reassuringly, a thin eyebrow quirking upwards as she smiled at him again. "You remember that scream thing I scared those ice demons off with on the Sith planet; that you asked me to show you? That's all that is: emotional overload, channeled properly and directed to do what I WANT it to do."