Vor'loch chuckled. "When I was a Padawan I was nearly ripped apart by Gundarks. If I did not survive this I would have been severely disappointed in myself. I also believe that it is also part of your good nature that helped save my life, as the nature of everyone else here. It is only a shame about your master however I am sure someone will be likely to take you under their wing, I would however I feel that these two-" He indicated at the two outside of the tank "-will be as much as I personally can handle." He grabbed the lever to remove the bacta from the tank and yanked it and felt himself become heavier as the liquid substance drained. Then opening the seal in the top he grabbed a pair of robes nad lifted it in the top before donning them with speed. Noghri were always agile and fast, his ability in the force only assisted in that manner. He flexed his muscles from inside the tank before jumping up, balancing on the edge with less grace than usual and them jumping down. Staying crouched for a couple of seconds to allow his muscles to get used to themselves again before standing up. 

"Anyway, We must find ourselves some more discreet garments if we are to continue to do anything. These robes will make us stick out like Hutts in a field of Jawas."