Allyria gave him a hurt and exhausted look then settled in the back of the room. She murmured something in her own language. "There are others like you. You aren't alone," she whispered, softly speaking in Chiss. After his annoyed tone, she dejectedly settled into a corner and began to rock back and forth, shivering. She didn't eat or bother with clothes, just rocking back and forth and staring at the wall.<br/><br/>Dimitria silently rolled her eyes, then got up and tossed a black robe over herself. She left a decent amount of credits on the table then stalked towards the door. "Thank you for the fix up on my shoulder," she commented briskly, her left saber flying to her hand and unsheathing. She began to stalk towards the door, eyes cold and dark. If looks could kill....