She nodded, before taking the clothes and slipping into the small ‘fresher. Force, even that short distance drained her, and she set the clothes aside and leaned against the sink, taking in her reflection in the mirror. She scarcely recognized herself; she was haggard, with dark circles under her eyes and the bruises standing out against the paleness of her skin.

They’d forsaken her. Abandoned her. Thrown her to the gundarks. Without even... without even...

Her stomach turned, and she barely managing to fold herself over the toilet before she found herself losing what little her stomach contained. She felt... she didn’t know what she felt. Lost. Numb. Betrayed. Heartbroken. Ill. After rinsing out her mouth, Siri stripped off her prison clothes and stumbled into the sanistream. The water was cold, but she didn’t care. She just... didn’t kriffing care. Exhausted and hurting, she sank to the floor, curling up and burying her head in her arms.