Allyria blinked as he shouted out some Mando'a curse. She didn't want to mumble a sorry just yet, half ready to point out that it was his fault for chasing her into the jungle. She didn't. Her clothes were covered in leaves and other muck. She was glad she'd put up a fight at least. The man was catching his breath. Allyria whimpered and coiled away. She felt something warm and squishy under her, rancor shit. The girl scowled with annoyance. This day was already sucky enough. She quietly gasped for a breath then blinked as he straightened and offered a hand. Confused, she carefully took it and crawled back up to her feet. Then she put a hand on her little hips and scowled. "What the bloody hell were you thinking? I know I was being chased. I was doing quite well before you threw that-that.... that... THING in my house!" She quivered with all the rage a young teenage girl could muster, then let out an exhausted sigh. "Nevermind. It's no use now," she mumbled.<br/><br/>Dimitria softly watched him, shaky. She uncertainly got to her feet, walked to his room, softly wished him a good night. She felt her Dad grab at her shoulder and she flinched then pulled out of that dream, shuddering. "No, no..." she whispered. "Not tonight." She hoped Joby would sleep well. She collected her sabers, bid him a good night again, then wandered down the street towards the Imperial base. Training started tomorrow with their new officer, some Togruta male. She tiredly wandered through the streets, guilty.