As the acrid ozone smell slowly dissipated, Zarva shook her head as if trying to clear a sudden fug.  A pang of temporary guilt over the death she had help inflict swept through her, but the realisation that the drug-up killers wouldn't have battered an eyelid as they executed her quickly pushed those feelings aside.  The young Zabrak pilot had seen so much death and destruction in her short life that she was quietly surprised that she was still capable of feeling guilty for anything...<br/><br/>Conversation bubbled around her, as accusations, counter-accusations, suggestions and dismissals went back and forth across the dressing room.  She wanly smiled at the banter between the Colonel and Sorin, nodded in agreement at Sorin's suggestion that they find somewhere, anywhere, away from the club to ensure their continued survival and turned confusedly towards Darion,<strong>"...sorry, what did you say?"</strong>her attention was split between the always smiling-scout and the brief conversation their de facto leader Vialiah was having with Toryk via comlink.