As Olena entered the room, she found Trisk frantically looking through the shelves, looking for aid kit. Jackie sat by the wall, holding her side... There were also two bodies on the floor, two males, definitely dead.
Tying piece of cloth around the wound, was easy enough for Seri. Jura sighted with relief. "Looks like the bleeding is under control. Thanks Seri." The female smiled at Zeltron. She carefully hugged Seri, minding her wounded arm and blood. "There, there. You are safe now." She gently stroked Seri's back. "So... Twi'lek was forced to work there, or was she working there on her own accord?" She wondered. "Why did she attack you?"
A surprised gasp escaped his lips, as he carefully, almost fearfully, put his hands around Nami's sides and started tracing his hands over her. It did not seem he was experienced...
Seri flinches at the embrace, then slowly accepts it, huddling against Jura. But when she tries to speak, she feels an acid rush in her throat, and claps a hand over her mouth, shuddering. “S-sorry I - I can’t -“ she stammers, squirming free. She stands, hands shaking as she begins to pace. “Shh-she - I don’t know - I think, I think she worked there and I - I had to, to knock her out to escape and I, and I” She tries to wrestle with herself as panic takes over, her hands clutching at her sides as she rambles. “Th-they were going to auction me. And I - the next time I saw her, they’d punished her for my escape. It was - it was my fault.”
