Venders gave a tiny smile at Zelus' description of his old friend. He certainly was annoying as any he'd ever seen, but he'd been a good soldier and a good friend. As Zelus spoke, he continued to scratch an assessment out on his small pad of paper, thinking. Noting Zelus' restlessness, he put a hand on a waiting stun gun in his side holster, frowning. "We'll be heading to lunch soon, if that's what you're worried about, Jedi. Just lie easy and answer my questions.<br/><br/>Sure enough, they were stuck indoors for even longer. Nyri trembled as he wrapped up her head, then began to breathe fast. Listening about the Jedi prisoner, she couldn't help but wonder if it was Zelus. The walls seemed to close and she began breathing harder and faster, eyes darting around with fear. The small cell hadn't really been noticed by her before, but with these restraints and the imposing walls... The young teen gave another tiny gasp of breath, trembling like a leaf and beginning to dry retch.