Taishari didn't know why he had let her go, but tore across the room when his grip eased. A moment later, there was a sickening thud. Back to the wall she gasped for air as she stared at Tatin's body, crumpled and twitching on the floor. Her gaze lifted to the sith master, putting it together and shutting her eyes to better concentrate on settling her emotions. Tatin's persistent attempt to push her over the edge was taking a heavy toll on her ability to cope with the close confines of the ship and the strength of the woman in the doorway.<br/><br/>Her black eyes snapped open and she straightened and stepped into the shower. Still fully clothed, Taishari turned on the shower, adjusting the heat with a careful hand to run cold to pull her attention from her own emotions. The cold water helped. The crowding of people in the doorway didn't.