Nyri followed soundlessly, not fully letting her left leg hit the ground. She slowly settled against the wall and away from him, tears in her eyes. She blinked them back, silent. "Nyrvia Vrykozda," she muttered, not bothering to be lengthy. She curled away from the food, distrustfully. Then the girl stared into the table, almost as if she were silently meditating. Capture. A prisoner here. This was disgraceful. She needed to get out, away from this insane Jedi, and back to base.... Back to Kruzel. The girl gave a tight sigh.