Consciousness returned in degrees as, this time, the sedative wore off naturally. Once he realized he was awake, he feigned sleep for a minute longer in an effort to determine where he was. There was a smell of antiseptics and metal in the air, and he could feel the thrum of a hyperdrive engine and artificial gravity in his bones.<i>Bloody hell,</i>he realized,<i>I’m still in the ship.</i>. There was no feel of restraints, though, and no sense of a pressor pinning him down, though. So, it wasn’t all bad. Hell, hyperdrive meant he was well away from Coruscant and the inquisitive Imperial Revenue agents.<br/><br/>Opening his eyes, he carefully sat up.<br/><br/>“Do be careful,” the protocol/medical droid cautioned. “Your wound is healthy g well, but will require several hours yet before it is fully mended.”<br/><br/>“Understood,” Sev croaked, looking around. “Might I have some water?”<br/><br/>He slowly drank the beaker the droid offered, and looked over his possessions. Someone had fed his clothes into an autovalet, leaving them clean and competently mended. That same someone had taken the last berth of confiscating his disruptive and vibrosaber, and the diamond knife he kept in his boot for emergencies. But they hadn’t restrained him, so they were clearly counting on his good behavior but taking no chances. He shrugged as he buttoned the grey shimsilk of his shirt. No harm in displaying manners, then.<br/><br/>The layout of the ship was unfamiliar, but not alien. It had the feel of any number of light freighters he’d been in over the years, and it wasn’t hard to make his way towards a central area that - like so many others of its kind - served as a common room. As he approached, he heard a feminine voice.  “So, what is the job on Taris? I am guessing it's more than just shuttling Alythra around."<br/><br/>The speaker was, he discovered, the lovely cyborg he’d half-thought he’d hallucinated. And she was addressing the ship’s captain. Putting on his best smile, he cleared his throat as he approached. “That is a most excellent question he declared, letting them know he was there.  When they looked at him, he offered a small bow.  “Sevastian tel-Florindel Sergovia Organa-Nahal,” he declared, addressing Kamern. “You have, I believe, assisted me with some trifling legal matters that would have made my stay in Coruscant most unpleasant, and so you may consider me to be entirely at your service for the entirety of this voyage, and if there is some matter in which I may be of assistance when we make planetfall you need but name it and I shall consider it a command.”