Kresst didn't even defend her, all he said was that she had her place in all of this. She let out a frustrated grunt before turning around and storming out of the command centre. Machs helmet shifted between Kresst and the door Mevenn left out of before he decided that if Mevenn was gone that his duty was to remain with Kresst. Mevenn just couldn't stand to be in that room any longer, it was ridiculous. She got sent on this stupid mission while there was a war going on, and then got insulted by someone who felt he was a big deal because he had shot at a couple of idiotic droids. 

Mevenn could feel the cold still, at first she believed it was the darkside emanating from the object but this was something else. Something different. Something was coming. "Hotshot, you picking up anything?" She didn't let him respond to the call before she started talking. This was important, whatever it was.

Meanwhile the Captain smirked as Mevenn walked out of the room. He grabbed a flask of something and handed it to the small being, its scent decidedly alcoholic. "Women. You know as well as I do that they don't have a place in the theater of war. Too hot headed." He took a swig from his own flask. "I'll show you to the ruins. You and that-" he pointed at the trooper as he clipped one of the lightsaber to his belt "-droid thing of yours at least." Mach shifted uncomfortably but didn't move from where he stood, didn't say anything. Instead he just stood there, still and watching. 

The Captain signalled to Kresst as he turned and took a stride out of the opposite exit that Mevenn had used, hopping into a nearby speeder and looking over at the Jedi and Clone. "You coming?"