“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/>Sev very carefully kept his features relaxed at the response. “Oh, just some personal effects. Nothing significant.”<i>Nearly forty thousand credits worth of precious stones.</i>The Zeltron wasn’t really listening though, as the Twi’lek was introducing her to the human woman and chattering about getting a shower. Good. The kind of shower she planed would hopefully keep Alythra distracted.<i>Flat broke and twenty thousand in debt to a prostitute...</i><br/><br/>Gritting his teeth against the numb pain in his chest, Sev sat up. “If you’ll just return the rest of my property,” he gritted out, feeling light-headed, “I’ll see about”<i>running like hell</i>“covering what I owe.”<br/><br/>“That would be most unadvisable,” the droid suddenly announced, pushing him back down on the bed. “You need rest, to allow your chest to heal.”<br/><br/>“What I need,” Sev snapped back, “is to get going.”  He tried to sit up again, and this time the droid pressed something to his neck. There was a hiss, and a cool numbness flooded through him.<br/><br/>“A mild sedative,” the droid explained, to help you relax.”<br/><br/>“Don’,” Sev slurred, feeling his thoughts grow foggy as the sedative took hold. “Don’ wanna... sleep. Gotta... gotta go.”  He yawned. “Broke.”  Then his eyes closed, and he began to softly snor.