"Fine.<i>Fine.</i>" Procion's anger may have subsided, but it was never very far, and he felt it stir at the back of his consciousness, a tide threatening to rise at the Jedi's taunts. He refused to let it, to let himself be baited into divulging unwise things in a pointless attempt to prove something; it would have brought no good. "If it's samples you want, get your kriffing samples, but my point still stands."<br/><br/>Partly out of a genuine desire to get moving, partly just to distract himself from the annoyance, he began running his hands slowly over the surface of the wall. Closing his eyes, he reached out into the infinite space around him, sensing everything living - the frustrated rakghouls behind the collapsed exit, some trying to dig in, others wandering off into the tunnels, a pair even starting to fight each other for lack of juicier prey. Them, as well as the immense, slow, cold minds beyond the wall, concerned only with food, and their own comfort. Procion thought he could sense one such creature directly below, but something kept distracting him; the Jedi, and his exhaustion so overwhelming it couldn't be fully concealed. With a soft sigh, the Sith turned to lean his back against the wall instead, crossing his arms.<br/><br/>"Johte Fang," he spoke with a ponderous expression, as if tasting the syllables on his tongue. "I'll need your help to get out of here, and you'll need mine. If we're staying here for a while anyway... This might well be your only chance to sleep."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>