Erin had spent most of her time on the Sector Rangers' ship relaxing and meditating, ...or as much as she could whilst struggling to come to terms with this whole 'Galactic Empire' idea. Democracy was dead and the few survivors of the Jedi Order massacre were likely lost and scattered, unable to defend their Republic any longer without being able to stand together. The vast majority of the galaxy bought so easily into the Emperor's revelation that the Jedi were in fact traitors... It was disheartening. Disturbing.

Fortunately though, there was two certain younglings often running around to keep Erin's wandering mind back in the ship! It was fun to watch them, taking her thoughts back to when it was all so much simpler. Other than occasionally playing along with the kids' game, she repaired her tattered light-grey robes to keep herself busy. Didn't hurt to take a look at Kolinn every now and again, after all they worked together to escape the Temple. Without Master Sabalya around there wasn't all that much to talk about or do. No library to study in like he'd told her to, either...

While the Temple Guards talked with Jacen about where to head next, Erin threw the now-stitched grey robe over her shoulder and approached the little meeting. Only to listen in of course - she felt there was no need to voice her own opinion as a Padawan. She'd just follow along with the others. Her Master usually did all the talking anyway...