Nyri continued to ignore Master Kuthon, her entire body tense as he was speaking. She silently turned away from him, literally shielding herself from anything further he had to say. As if to prove that she didn't want his help, she silently caled on the Force, undoing the little bit of healing Kuthon had managed to get through her shields. As Zelus began to speak, she calmed slightly and looked over, listening.<br/><br/>Glancing to Kuthon, she gave a soft smirk. The girl listened as he spoke, then turned back to Zelus; the man was lucky to be able to leave so quickly. She was likely to be a prisoner or be forced to escape.<br/><br/>As Zelus asked his next question, Nyri felt herself stiffen. She bit her lip, looking between the two Jedi as her blood ran cold.<br/><br/>"Otherwise she will be sent to a Republic prison."<br/><br/>True to her sometimes hot headed nature, Nyri lifted a finger, causing all of the food on the plate near Zelus to simultaneously slam towards Kuthon's face, before stalking out of the cafeteria with out a word.<br/><br/>As she entered the street, she gave a frown. This had been a pretty bad idea; she shrouded herself, hopefully to get rid of the hospital garb thing. Nyri leaped up towards the roof, her black hair fluttering lightly in the wind; she caught onto a pipe, climbing up to the cafe's roof, then looking around for the nearest unguarded exit. This day was slowly getting better and better, she thought, lips curling into an angry growl.