Ah, it burned!  The pain in her eyes... well, that wasn't anything new; her eyes had always been a source of 'problems' for her, from sporadic bleeding to piercing migraines to even double-overlay vision like looking at 3-D without glasses.  It was more the stench that got to her; she was used to the odor of wookies, but this... well, this is probably what other people thought wookies smelled, like, she figured.  Taking a surprisingly short amount of time shaking off the last remaining sedative effects [Shake it Off x2: -0 Condition], she began to collect herself once more, recall what happened, and become all too pissed with a growl as she noticed all of the markings of the Imperials.<br/><br/><strong>"Bastards..."</strong>she grunted to herself, before cuing in on the woman on the comm<strong>"Yeah, questions.  Who are you, where am I, why do you sound like you're at the end of a parsec-long marathon run, and what in the <em>hell</em> did they do to <em>me</em> here?"</strong><br/><br/>Meanwhile, a thought occurred...<br/><br/><strong>"Droid, get me the status on any remaining patients, please."</strong>she asked as she went and started breaking lockers open, then working her way through the are to find out just what all she had to use here.  She was hoping for her Ryyk blade,<em>her</em>ryyk blade that she worked long and hard to earn, and at this point if that was<em>all</em>she found she'd be a happy, naked woman.  Hopefully she'd have more than that, but that all depended on how urgent her leaving had to be...