Nyri bit her lip as the waitress glided away, silently feeling her fists tighten. "I'm.... I.... I am sorry. I...." So much for that distraction. She bit her lip, listening to him apologize as her cheeks got warmer. "I... It's okay.... I'm not..... that important... Don't worry about it, Zelus," she murmured softly. Shivering, she listened as he went on. What did she want? She wasn't free of Kruzel, much as she'd love to believe that. He'd find her somehow. Track her to the edge of the galaxy. She shivered and bit her lip, thinking. He wasn't judging her, just politely asking. Slowly, she found her voice. "I.... I don't have anywhere to go anymore.... But.... I'd.... I... would like.... to perhaps.... k-keep learning... Even if I have to join the Jedi... Or be a prisoner," she murmured softly. "I don't want to be dropped off on some planet.... Forced to figure out things from there... It..." she sighed, uncertain how to go on.