(Con't from Part 2.) Shannon waves off any help as she slowly comes around back to her senses, she manages to get out softly, "I'll be fine, just need a bit of air. Please, Mr. Solo needs more help then I do at the moment" feeling just a bit embarrassed about being so weak kneed over something as silly as a blaster wound. Sinjon_Teague sighs again a bit exasperated, "Very well Mr. Solo. I will follow you back to your ship and we can determine whether or not you need medical attention. One way or another you *will* have that wound taken care of." His expression emphasizing that if not allowed that 'other' means will be used. "I _said_," Solo growls again, his syllables growing shorter, "I'm _fine_." He does not, however, move, and he glares darkly at the Rodian, finding it more important now to focus his attention on that sentient's whereabouts than on moving -- especially if Sinjon insists on tagging along. To Lughat, he adds, "Make it fast. I ain't got all day." Sinjon_Teague places his paws within opposite sleeves assuming a Buddha like expression of contentment waiting for Solo to finish his business. Lughat says, "tarra changa oota mionos nree bundo' kij oong. nree' weena aontiva wrontaga twage dol kij mionos guoor weena() beeto wrontaga guoor.", in Rodian. Lughat says, "vwan bundo aontiva wrontaga nree changa aontiva wrontaga twage dol bleeda meeka tarra. weena bleeda vinnta nree bundo beeto mionos...", in Rodian. "None of your freekin' business what I'm doin' here," the Corellian promptly and rudely replies. "And if you know who I am, you oughtta know why Rodians are tryin' to kill me." He smirks unamiably, teeth flashing whiter than usual against his drawn features. "Next question?" Lughat says, "beeto meeka guoor, dol. aontiva' oong guoor dol oota", in Rodian. Lughat walks off toward the level 3 atrium. Sinjon_Teague turns to Shannon as they conversation between the Rodian and Solo begins, "Are you sure you will be fine Ms. Dellious?" Shannon takes in several deep breaths and regains her composure again, though her stomach still feels as if its about to lurch at any time. Thinking that perhaps a nice cool bath sounds pretty good about now, comfortable in her own apartment, yeah, sounds REAL good. She tries to push herself up to her feet to stand. She attempts to smooth her rumpled filthy clothing a bit, clearing her throat she states with as much dignity as she has left, "I believe I will retire to my home now if no one has any objections?" "Knock yourself out, doll," the Corellian mutters. He starts moving again, glowering at nothing and everything, his left arm curling around to grasp his wounded side while his right hand remains determinedly fixed on his blaster. Fiercely willing his legs to move him without question, he stalks out through the open blast doors. Han_Solo walks off toward the level 3 atrium. Sinjon_Teague walks off toward the level 3 atrium. Shannon watches the two men leave, her mind still dazed as to how the days events brought her to this place and how compelled she was to make a complete and utter fool of herself, she shakes her head. She mutters under her breath something about hoping she never sees that lopsided grin again, it just spells too much trouble for her to deal with. She sniffs and lifts her chin as she slowly makes her way back to her apartment. (End Of Log)