Nyri tiredly leaned back in her seat, exhausted. She actually was still injured and leaving the hospital was likely another bad idea. Tiredly, she curled up, lucky to have a seat near the wall. She blinked tiredly, then looked over at the destination. Her eyes widened. Yep. Definitely a bad idea. Destination: Carrick Station. The Republic Fleet. To be a little more specific, a medical ship that had been handling the casualties off of Ord Mantel. Nyri gave a bit of a stunned look, then Zelus took a seat nearby. She gave a quiet sigh and lay back, head ringing. This was not the best idea she'd ever had, by far.<br/><br/>As Zelus sat down, he dropped a bag on the floor. Nyri flashed her eyes up, expecting fisticuffs or a punch to the face. Nope. Just a bag of fruit. She shook her head in confusion, then lay back and shivered. Space was freezing. A little bit later, she'd passed out against the wall. Blood trickled down her shoulder as she slept, darkening the white civilian's clothes that she'd donned. She was too exhausted to notice, coiled away from the troopers and against the wall as she slept.