Collecting samples had taken up a generous chunk of time, and an even larger one, Procion had devoted to figuring out just where they were in relation to the surface, the base, and the adjacent tunnels. It was when he was applying a second set of kolto and a number of butterfly stitches to the quickly healing cuts on his face when the sudden sound startled him, making him drop the reflective lid of an instrument case he'd been working by. He caught it just before it could clatter to the stone floor and likely wake the Jedi, suspended an inch off the ground with the Force.<br/><br/>A grin appeared on the Sith's face, despite the fact that it pulled at the wounds, and he snatched up the lid, quickly finishing his work. Then, he stalked over to the man he'd come to share this small space with, crouching at the edge of touching distance from him, peering at him curiously. A real, live Jedi, incapacitated by his own exhaustion... The pureblood glanced briefly at Johte's belongings, considering whether to have a closer look at those curious little sample tubes, but he was fairly convinced he could get others just like them from Miritsa, quite voluntarily. Instead, he opted to turn back to the Jedi and study the man, physically as well as metaphysically - his body, at rest, and his aura, equally calm. They were so alike, and yet... He reached out before even realising it, but pulled his hand back before touching. After a moment's consideration, he concentrated, carefully, telekinetically lifting Johte's lightsaber off his belt.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>