A sick sense of humour, or perhaps even a death wish. She agrees with Cal's sentiment but doesn't bother to say so aloud. Taking a look around them, it's becoming quite clear that she doesn't have an easy answer for what to do next.
Try to escape whatever world this is, fly back to...where? The Empire? She's already dead to it, found guilty of failure and executed accordingly. Whatever she is now, and however she's able to still breathe, to feel the sting of anger and regret, there are no answers for.
Maybe finding answers to this mystery, however, is some reason enough to keep going. "And yet, for however they managed to steal us away, they also somehow saw fit to allow you the company of that droid." She's still sharp enough to take that matter into account. "Tell me, Jedi, has it scanned the area yet?"
The imperial training that's been, almost literally, beaten into her body says to use whatever tools available for what she needs. And she's already used Cal Kestis to sniff out the secrets of Cordova and those ancient ruins. Surely, making some further use out of the Jedi could be seen as a matter of practicality.
Too troubled with her own warring emotions to consider anything else as a reason, she decides to stick with that excuse.
Reaching up, Trilla hesitantly moves to take off her helmet. Brushing back the dark hair from her face, she gives Cal and his droid a tired expression. Not looking so desperately defeated as before, she still has yet to recover her air of knowledge and superiority. That wherever he goes and whatever he tries to do, she'll always be a step ahead, waiting. Whatever has befallen them both, she clearly doesn't know.
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Try to escape whatever world this is, fly back to...where? The Empire? She's already dead to it, found guilty of failure and executed accordingly. Whatever she is now, and however she's able to still breathe, to feel the sting of anger and regret, there are no answers for.
Maybe finding answers to this mystery, however, is some reason enough to keep going. "And yet, for however they managed to steal us away, they also somehow saw fit to allow you the company of that droid." She's still sharp enough to take that matter into account. "Tell me, Jedi, has it scanned the area yet?"
The imperial training that's been, almost literally, beaten into her body says to use whatever tools available for what she needs. And she's already used Cal Kestis to sniff out the secrets of Cordova and those ancient ruins. Surely, making some further use out of the Jedi could be seen as a matter of practicality.
Too troubled with her own warring emotions to consider anything else as a reason, she decides to stick with that excuse.
Reaching up, Trilla hesitantly moves to take off her helmet. Brushing back the dark hair from her face, she gives Cal and his droid a tired expression. Not looking so desperately defeated as before, she still has yet to recover her air of knowledge and superiority. That wherever he goes and whatever he tries to do, she'll always be a step ahead, waiting. Whatever has befallen them both, she clearly doesn't know.