"No, but I expect you'll go home to your Jedi brethren and tell them precisely everything you learned here..." Procion paused for a moment, frowning as he watched Johte go to work. "...and I don't need for that to be any more than you already know. Samples? Seriously?"<br/><br/>Some combination of curious and annoyed, the Sith sauntered over, tucking his gloves into a loop on his belt; now that the mask was ruined, the suit was no longer airtight, and stars, he was relieved to be rid of even part of it. Running a hand absent-mindedly through his hair in a futile attempt to make it presentable, he leaned in to peer at the sample tubes over his Jedi counterpart's shoulder. "Interesting little contraptions," he mused, mostly to himself, before resting his hands on his hips and tilting his head a little. "But is this really the time and the place? We're relatively safe here, yes, but they know we're here - they'll find a way in eventually, unless something else distracts them, or we get the kriff out."<br/><br/>Not that it wasn't a tempting prospect. They<i>were</i>relatively safe here; the rakghouls would have a hard time getting through tons of rock, and there were no other exits. To rest for a while, let the kolto do its job... He started slowly towards the far wall, glancing over his shoulder briefly as he went, to make sure the Jedi... What? Wasn't trying to get the drop on him? As his bare hand met the cool stone wall, he scoffed at himself. Rest. Right. They'd spend hours trying to make sure the other didn't attempt to get a leg up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>