Sera emerged into the refresher and eyed the broken form that was Tatin with disdain. How undeserving he was of resources Aurelia had spend to mend him. She remained quiet, she could tell Lia about the ship later. Nothing good could come of disturbing her... except for maybe some amusing, if not fatal, anatomical-juxtapositions for the boy.<br/><br/>Her rage filled eyes turned to the only other other form in the room. The trembling Sith girl, standing fully clothed in the fresher with cold water pouring over her. At least Sera assumed it must've been cold due to the Ferrerreo girls nipples erect under her simple top. Gracefully, she stepped around Lia and the meatbag of a boy in the floor so as not to disturb them. Sera very quickly reached in shutting the fresher off and grabbed the wet girl, she lowered her face down to meet Taishari's and growled to her quietly, "not one word until we're out of the room, got it?"<br/><br/>Sera didn't give her time to answer or process the information, instead Taishari was unceremoniously scooped up by the muscular woman and carried back out of the Fresher. Sera deposited the soaking wet Ferrerreo in her cot and stood there above her, folding her arms just under her bosom glaring at Taishari, trying to decide what, if anything she should do next. She began to speak, "you do realize the hull is now damaged?" Her words came across more as a statement than a question. She didn't know if this girl was the responsible party or not... and Sera certainly wasn't going to volunteer that. Better to remain silent and see what the wet girl in front of her said.