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

She stared impassively at the carnage.

These Jedi were more like her than she thought. Was all this rot about them being 'good' and 'in control' just posturing? Gloopra alone seemed more fit to be one of those Sith they keep lumping her with. But that was hardly her problem. The padawan however... 

Nodding at Fufuro when she spoke, and paying no mind to her messing up one of her words, Surta disengaged the suit and stepped out of it right there and there. With a simply flick, she simply programmed it to sit at the barracks. She had no worries about it being stolen, not when its at the barracks, and not when its registered to her biometrics. 

It was funny to her, with how much contrast there was to the tall bulky power armor, to her own size, smaller and shorter than average. With the credits she accumulated, she could perhaps bulk it out some more, switch some of the platings, and maybe finally use the hard points on the suit to mount heavier weapons.

But for now, she moved towards the infirmary, to intercept Lahana as she moved there. With her light steps, it was but short while before she caught up with her.

"Are your injuries severe?"