Nyri watched this all with a slightly amused smile. When he moved to touch her, she dropped his lightsaber on the table and jerked her hand back violently. A second later, she was curled into a tight ball, watching him with wary eyes. A waitress droid approached the table, moving like liquid glass. Her vocoder glowed as she spoke, "Welcome to Dan's Diner. What I can get for you, hon?" It was amusing, watching a droid talk with an accent. Nyri knew it had been programmed in, but that didn't make it any less funny. She murmured softly, ordering a manka steak burger with tuber root fries and garlic sauce. Also, a soda. The waitress then turned to Zelus expectantly.<br/><br/>Nyri breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to have to go. It was sort of nice, hanging around with Zelus and learning what the Jedi and the Republic were like. Now that she was off Ord Mantell, she really had no idea where to go. Hopefully, the waitress could distract Zelus. She shivered softly, then curled up. There was no way she could go to Tython as a guest. It would have to be as a prisoner or as a padawan; the teen had a slight feeling he wouldn't be allowing her to be either role anytime soon.