Surrounded by a force field of some kind, or heat shield, the girl simply stood there with the child on her back. Jeez, she felt like one of those refugees running away with one of their siblings on their backs during the Vietnam War or something along those lines. Not that anyone else in this galaxy or universe would know about that war as the Earth was not exactly part of the Star Wars Universe, even though the planet of Coruscant was said to be the origin of humanity. She somehow figured it wasn't the same planet since the size was different and the entire solar system was vastly different from her own home.<br/><br/>Once the field was let down however, the little girl would have run off having been let go from where she was and seemingly vanished amongst all the chaos. Hopefully she would get somewhere safe, but that thought simply vanished now that she no longer had to protect the girl. So when asked if they wanted out of this hell, she simply stared at the man for a few moments and let out a slight chuckle.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I don't see why not,"</span>Haze's expression seemed to a monotone smile, no real emotion behind it. Her voice though sounded sarcastic as if she didn't care whether she got out or not. She was able to escape now, no one was going to be able to kill her, nor take her. The man who had purchased her and killed her parents was no more. She could run without being chased by bounty hunters, at least that is what she thought.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"While you guys aren't exactly what I had in mind, I would like to be brought before the Jedi Council... If that is at all possible. I have news for them,"</span>The girl stated with a light nod before walking up close to him.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I will follow behind you, even if you don't sense me, I will be fine~"</span>With those last few words her presence began to shrink to a microscopic size. It was as if she was slowly disappearing from existence, to the point that she could no longer be seen, heard or felt. She would be standing right beside him and not even leave any foot prints in the sand on the ground. She was using the Art of the Small, manipulating herself at the molecular level.