<b>Medbay of the <i>Lucky Hand</i></b><br/><br/>Jiljoo shrugged her lekku as a human might shrug their shoulders at the mention of a satchel.  She didn't remember seeing one, just the near disintegrated speeder, a lot of blood, and her joy at seeing Alythra again.  But at the recent mention of the Imperial officer had reminded her that there was perhaps a bit more to the story than had already been told.  "Why no...hah-spit-ahl?"  She asked, reverting back to her stilted galactic basic which would be a reminder to Alythra that Jiljoo was distrustful of strangers, especially male strangers.  Though whether that distrust was just directed to her patron/patient or others in the crew was not yet apparent.  Jiljoo could think of only one good reason not to have gone to a hospital, and that was to avoid any legal ramifications beyond just an assumed name.<br/><br/>Jiljoo listened for whatever answers were to be provided, then took Alythra's hand and introduced her to Nykei.  It didn't take long to get to the point of the two of them being covered in drying blood.  "Aly want shower?"  She said as her eyes turned towards the Captain, not sure if he would want to show their passenger to her accommodations or if she would get to do so.  She knew Aly well enough to guess she might want some company for more than to get her back scrubbed.