Sera heard the creaking of metal, the distinct sound only a pressurized hull would make, and stopped dead in her tracks. Aurelia was already turned around and rushed past Sera back towards the fresher. Sera spun around and chased after Lia who was despite her running speed silent as dead of space. She watched the Sith master turn the corner and enter the fresher. Then the silence was broken with a loud thump, something fleshy striking a solid surface.<br/><br/>Sera's eyes widened and she drew her shatter pistol, chambering a round as she ran and turned the corner ready to fire if need be. Only to see Lia administering a punishment to the human student. She reholstered her weapon and smirked at scene. The boy was being held from his ankle and thrown about the room like a ragdoll, though she wince slightly at the crack of bone she heard. The slightly imperious pilot crossed her arms, noting the blood stains collecting on the floor and walls with each impact. Then her eyes focused on the Firrerreo girl in the back who actually looked scared for some reason. Maybe she feared that she would be next after Lia finished flinging around the boy, and that thought would definitely give anyone pause. But there was something else, something unspoken... Sera noticed the girl shivering slightly and saw her weapon on the floor of the fresher. Her expression turned sour as she began to picture what else might just have transpired.<br/><br/>Sera sighed in between the sound of wet crunching that filled the fresher. She turned around to head to the cockpit to run a quick scan of the hull integrity, to make sure there was no unseen damage. She looked up and saw the Mirialan, pausing briefly, "well whenever they're done in there, you can point out the locker opposite from the one holding the cleaning supplies. There's a bit bacta gel in there. Or," she grinned briefly, "don't tell them. I'll leave that to your discretion." Sera turn toward the hallway and made her way towards the cockpit.