As soon as she'd gotten more than a few meters away, Talika stopped in the first alcove she found and dug into her satchel eager to get to her spare clothes. She was dismayed to find the tight black miniskirt she'd packed was missing, along with the black tube top. All that was left was the sheer lace camisole that was to go over, a shiny light teal thing. The lace pattern didn't quite manage to conceal her purple nipples, and the hem wasn't long enough to do more than pretend to cover her smooth quim. But it was better than nothing, Talika thought, and shrugged it on. At least her other shoes and stockings were still there, talk about small graces, but it was mildly comforting not to lose anymore than she already had.<br/><br/>Getting back on her way, Talika pulled her shoulder-holster back into place and checked her blaster and the rest of her equipment, then put her lightsaber back into the plain utility sheath she concealed it in. It wasn't much, but she hoped that visible weapons would help to disuade further attacks.<br/><br/>She wanted to turn around, to head back to her ship, especially considering she hadn't gotten very far. Something about that felt like a defeat, even though it might be the sensible path, and Talika was afraid that if she went back now, she'd never try to make this journey again. She didn't want that, she wanted to be a Jedi. It was all she had of her mother besides the vaguest of memories, just sensations really, so she had to continue on. She could do her best to avoid other sentients, and when she couldn't, she'd ignore the leers and slurs, the lascivious suggestions, and do her best not to let any of them surprise her again.