She was just a step or two behind him as they ran. She was worried about everything that was happening all around them. She couldn't help it, she was never taught how to remain calm in the face of danger. She was scared, more scared than she had ever been before.  There were guns going off and lightsabers clashing all around them.  She was lucky that her life in servitude left her pretty scrawny and wiry that she could easy bend her body to get in and out of tight spaces.  As they kept running, she realized that she would have to manipulate her way to safety. If only she had kept up with John a little more better but she let her thoughts take over and she fell behind allowing the ceiling to crash down and separate them.<br/><br/>"John, wait!!" her call was desperate and full of fear. "I need a second or two."<br/><br/>She was already diving in between the nook and crannies the broken ceiling created and though it had only taking her a second to maneuver, it still felt like a long time. When she she emerged she was covered with the crumbles of her blockade but she was unscathed and her bag was still with her.<br/><br/>"Lightsaber?"  She looked at John. "I don't think I was ever issued one. Why are we being attack?  Will we die?"