The Sith started into a counter-quip; he may have been something of a moderate when it came to taunts and thinly-veiled insults, but the thought that he'd just take it lying down if the Jedi attempted to knock him out... But then, just like that, Johte accepted his reasoning, rendering the argument quite pointless. Procion's spiked eyebrows jumped slightly out of surprise, and then he shook his head, chuckling quietly as he left the wall he'd been examining in favour of a soft, mossy patch on the ground by another.<br/><br/>Leaving the Jedi to his rest, or meditation or trance or whatever mystical Jedi nonsense he chose to call it, Procion focused instead on their unintentional accommodations, scanning the cavern with a discerning eye. The mossy patch and its immediate surroundings were the most verdant part of the chamber, and as he knelt carefully by the side of it and touched the ground, his fingers came away wet. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure Johte was still immersed in his trance, the pureblood then began to rifle through his own equipment, pulling a small, handheld scanner from his pack, followed by a diagnostic kit. Instead of the rakghouls, he sampled the water and plants, his methods much less user-friendly than those convenient little tubes the other had used; the work took quite some time, and as the minutes wore on, he began to softly hum to himself, a catchy, popular tune from the HoloNet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>