Kaylie moved, then paused near the corner of the room when he called her Mrs. Sky. The second to collect herself wouldn't likely have been noticed before she turned back around and gave him an incredulous look.

"Pardon? My last name is Winters. If you wanted a Ms. Sky, you mighta had her killed on that transport shuttle." She narrowed her eyes and moved back towards the table with her arms crossed in front of her. Her gaze skirted along her bag for a moment before she looked back at Netan.

Netan would speak once again, "Do not toy with me. I am in no mood for games."

"Why would the Jedi care about a woman who was married to one of their Jedi? They wouldn't." she said after she finally turned back around. Truthfully, they weren't married, but they might as well have been. They would have been. "What of it? Tell them...there is nothing they can do...he's dead. Or did you miss the memo?" Kaylie dropped back into the seat, looking away from him. It hurt her to even think about what had happened, let alone talk about it.

"And why the hell do you care anyway?"

"Lemme see the list...and his ship. I want to see his ship." She murmured before she glanced up at him again. "I don't think I can help you, otherwise."

"You better know what I was talking about. Or else...you won't be pretty anymore."

Kaylie was telling him the truth, but she had a feeling that he would not believe her. "So....on to the torture and slow, eminent death?" She asked, trying to make light of it to make her feel better. It didn't. She was actually starting to waver on the bravery that she had earlier.

Another deep breath was taken, and she tried to keep it all pent up. "But we didn't talk about it. The Sith thing. when he was home, we were a family. Sith or not. Ok?" Her last word was murmured.

Then Kaylie did something really stupid. She stepped closer, wrapping both of her hands around his that was holding the blaster, and pulled his hand until the barrel was pressed right against her sternum. "So if you're going to kill me, just do it..." As she said that, she slipped her thumb over top of his finger that was on the trigger, pressing it a little harder.

One of the guards would raise a pistol at Kaylie, thinking that he would finish the job Netan started. The leader would raise his pistol and shot at the guard, firing three times. All into the chest of the guard, falling down on the floor and is dead.

Her gaze trailed to him for a moment after the body hit the floor. "Can I see the ship now, please?" She asked, her defensive wall having finally crashed down.

Netan pointed at the x-wing, sitting there not doing anything. It was a couple of ships across from the transport. He had recently lost all his fighters, so that left space for any more ships to dock. "There it is, the x-wing."

"You were an idiot, Dar." She murmured, like he could hear her or something. The ship was as close to him as she had been since he left, and died. "Leaving us like that...for a fight. How stupid." Kaylie was really only talking loud enough so she could hear, anyone on the floor wouldn't have been able to. "And I hate you for it." She finally said. "Absolutely hate."

She climbed out of the X-Wing and hopped down the ladder, taking a moment to kick the hunk of scrap metal before she did. Had she a crowbar or a baseball bat, the emotions might have come out a little more than that.

He would look at Kaylie as she walked down the ladder and took the moment to kick the metal. Netan would look around, seeing people around him just scattered. They were acting like they didn't notice what Kaylie was doing. "Uh...sorry. I can have the men clean up one of the quarters, so you could have a place to sleep if you want."