Coughing, she pushed herself up. Gripping at a nearby rock, she rested her weight on it. She hissed at the pain in her head; the blood there having long dried up.
Blinking through her blurred gaze, her eyes adjusted to the lack of light; hearing many shouts near her. Hands scattering for her saber, she seethed as it was nowhere on her belt, "Shit."
"Master?!"
The shout sounded again, and she scuttled behind the rock as a shadow started towards her. Ducking down, she watched.
"Obi-Wan, can you hear me? Master!" Peeking over the rock, she rested her chin on it; observing the man as he continued to pry away rocks.
'What in the Force is he doing?'
Rocks falling, her brows raised as he jumped back.
Jumped back a little too high,
'Jedi.'
"Anakin, when I tell you to run. Run." Gaze narrowing, silver eyes widened as she recognised the Jedi.
Whispering, she hid away, groaning, "Not Kenobi."
Glancing around, she observed her surroundings.
'How the hell did I end up here?'
Tuning back into their conversation, she pressed herself against the boulder, "And, where's your lightsaber? And, the assassin?"
