Nyri quietly watched a shuttle take off, moving over near the injured men. She held her side, pretending to limp as she approached. "Medic!" she called, sick and in pain. "Medic, the Jedi gave me clearance on this flight to get treatment off world for injuries in your damn battle!" she growled, pretending to be older and more rough cut than usual. The medic gave a curt nod. "Civilians to the right. There's a doctor that'll treat any injuries. Move along."<br/><br/>Nyri gave a quick nod. "Th-thanks..." she murmured, her hood falling back. A security camera caught footage of her entering the shuttle, then she took a seat and settled back, replacing her hood with a tired sigh. "Shuttle leaves in thirty minutes. I repeat. Shuttle leaves in thirty minutes," the announcement rang out and Nyri closed her eyes and gave a relieved sigh. "Just hold it together. This'll all be over in a few days..." she murmured.