<i> “If you would be so kind as to give me my satchel, I’ll settle my debts and be on my way.”</i><br/><br/>"About that," Alythra started, recalling the bag he carried from Halfri's penthouse. Offering a sympathetic smile, "Well, we were much more concerned with preserving your life in the moment, and I am afraid that was left behind in the speeder. Even if it hasn't already been confiscated for evidence, I very much doubt it's safe to try and collect it. Why, what was in it?"<br/><br/>Before Sevastion could answer, Jiljoo pulled her along, introducing her to the pilot who had delivered them to safety. "Nykei, where have I heard that name before?" The pilot was no help, shrugging and refusing to shed her icy exterior. That would be a challenge for another day.<br/><br/>For now, Jiljoo's offer was more tempting. It might have been the second shower of the day, but Alythra wasn't fond of being covered in blood. Still, she took note of Jiljoo's changed speech pattern and offered a comforting arm around her shoulders. As charming as Sevastian was ( or, perhaps<i>because</i>of how charming he was), Alythra didn't entirely trust him, and Jiljoo had her own reasons for suspicion. "I would love a shower, darling, but I really want to assure that my personal effects are on board. I get the feeling our timetable might be bumped up, and I'd rather not leave without them. I did arrange for them to be delivered ahead of time."<br/><br/>Nykei raised her hand. "I'll check on that, and see if I can't contact Lar in the meantime."<br/><br/>"Well then," Alythra acknowledged, squeezing Jiljoo closer, "Would you like to show me to the shower?"