That shut her up, and Nayru makes sure to hold her firm, not letting her go no matter how much she struggled.  Onto the gunship, then back to HQ... and the woman seemed to get the right idea and held her mouth shut.  She was scared though... very scared, so weak and vulnerable.  Nayru couldn't help but wonder just how she'd gotten mixed up into this... and who had made her do what she did.<br/><br/>Once at base, it seemed they had an unwelcoming party welcoming them, and Nayru frowned behind her helmet's covering visor.  The tallest one addressed them, and pity her<em>ass</em>; these pricks were probably<em>overjoyed</em>that their 'opponent' was dead, stupid talking heads that they were.  Still, something about their 'help' didn't sit that well with her, especially with how the Togrutan was responding to them... but she didn't let it show, wouldn't let it show, and simply nodded to the men.<br/><br/>"Thank you<em>sir</em>.  I'll be handling the interrogation myself.  Could you arrange for Siobhan to meet me outside the interrogation room?  Need her to patch me up a bit." Nayru stated and 'asked,' though she was likely to be granted her 'request' regardless "I'll handle the report ASAP, I assure you."<br/><br/>And with that, it was off to the interrogation room, not saying a word to the Togrutan until she was in the room where (if she was lucky) it wouldn't be bugged or have video; complete privacy.  She figured that with the way these political heads worked at least<em>one</em>interrogation room would be 'private'...