Before surrendering the task to the stormtroopers, she takes extra time to make sure the tablecloth is draped correctly. It's no problem with her that they don't know who she is, though it come as a surprise. She assumed herself on Ysanne's enemy list, or at least some kind of 'do not allow onto the property without an appointment and a pat-down' list.

Satisfied, she pushes herself to her feet. The world around her rushes back in. The sounds and smells of battle renew her strength in the same demented way it always does. She exhales and looks at the two stormtroopers in turn, back straightening tall.

"I'm returning to the fight," she says, gesturing at the ongoing battle with a jerk of a thumb. "It may go without saying, but please take care of her. She fought a powerful foe with unflinching courage, and won."