Venders gave another calm nod. "Well, then you'll just have to wait there awhile." He silently took a sip from a small silver bottle in his coat, then tiredly nodded at the man. "I'm afraid that's not how prison works. In fact, she's not been sentenced properly yet. She's there for the next two months while the Council and officials decide what's to be done with her."<br/><br/>Nyri tiredly blinked at him, steadily gulping down what he fed her. "I'm in for a few things. Being a Sith. Murder. Stealing some stuff from the base on Ord Mantel," she let out a tired sigh. "I'm likely in here forever. And I've not the will to fight anyone in the yard...." she whispered. "So... you know..... what'll happen to me."