The two guards laugh at the Jedi female as she tries to recover herself within the cage. The lingering effects of the collar is still felt as it feels like her nerves are tingling form the overstimulation. "Since your not thirsty, we'll leave you here for the time being. Don't worry, I'm sure the master won't forget you." One of the guards states to her during his laughter at her expense. He kicks the cage to shake it a bit, then they both turn to leave her in the dark cell.<br/><br/>With her left alone in the dark, the hours slowly becomes a crawl that seems to last longer than it really has. The only sounds that she could hear in this darkness is pure silence randomly broken by the echoing laughter of the Hutt crimelord that rules this palace with an iron fist. The cage keeps her from truly stretching out thanks to its size. She could not lay down, nor stand up in any form which leaves her in a period of discomfort after a long period of time.  After what could feel like a day or two, the doors open as the two Weequay guards return to the dungeon. One would gain her attention with a kick of the cage whether she is asleep or not. "Hey, Girl...Wake up...Thirsty? Hungry?"