[color=fff79a]Surta Matahari Huchson[/color][hr]

Under all that armor, under her faceplate, Surta smirked. The Jedi certainly were far from what they claimed to be. She could feel their emotions without even trying. The man escaping so quickly and with such a flashy method was bound to upset anyone who had to uphold not only their reputation, but of their cult's as well. 

The falling ceiling was of no consequence to her; the armor she wore was made for much much more, even with its current state. Surta glanced at the blaster rifle she was holding, suddenly aware she was still holding the now dead thug's weapon. Perhaps, in due time, she could fully rearm the suit with heavier ordinance.

But for now, she moved towards Lahana, offering a hand to her.

[color=fff79a]"You did nothing wrong. Tis normal to act upon one's feelings."[/color] A low voice, modulated as it came out of the suit, low enough for only Lahana to hear.