Naat's face was a comforting sight to say the least. Truth be told even taken Zulo's wrinkled judging mass anything with a sense of familiarity in whatever was happening above them. Naat looked okay as Charuri surveyed her quickly with her eyes making sure her fellow padawan was not injured, maybe a little bit frazzled and having the wide eyed expression of anyone that had just gone through what was happening above but okay. This didn't surprise Charuri all that much as Naat was a warrior through and through in the realm of hitting things first and asking questions later Charuri reckoned that there were few better among the Padawans of the Order. [i]Whom little of us there may be left.[/i] the thought crept into her head slowly like some sort of old and ancient Duracrete slug slowly spreading its doubt through her form. Maybe the three of them were the only padawans left in the entire galaxy, maybe they would be the only ones left. Shaking her head of such thoughts, she listened to Naat's tale. It sounded dreadingly familiar to Charuri and she figured any other survivors if any would have similar stories to tell. But they could worry about the horrors they saw later, they had to push forward. The rumble as the bombardment above continued further accenting the point with each explosion.

"Indeed it is Naat, I was worried that Jenner and I were the only ones to make it out. You proabably can't imagine how happy your face has made me amongst all this [i]karking poodoo[/i]." It was a nervous tick of her's slipping into Huttese, one could tell how igated the cathar padawan was becoming based on the ratio of basic to Huttese that she was using. She knew little Catharese mostly what her mother had tried to teach her when she had the time between dancing for Zulo and his guests but she could speak for what it mattered practically fluent Huttese having spent the first few years of her life surrounded by it. It was odd how the language of criminals and cutthroats brought a sort of warm and reassuring comfort to her but it did. It reminded her of her old home, of her mother and her friends before Raonk and the Republic peacekeepers broke through the door and forever changed her world. It was the only thing of her friends and family that she still had and desperately clung on to like trying to keep sand inside of a broken hourglass.

"I've gone over thousands of scenarios in my head, racking my brain for some kind of answer for all this. But I've found none and the force has becoming deathly quiet only present in its cries and tremors as more of our friends are cut down. Why would the [i]wakamancha pateessas[/i] attack us here? Only a [i]sleemo[/i] attacks his foe at his [i]bunky dunko[/i]. You saw the markings on their heads. These clones are the 501st the Republic's finest, I'm sure all of us have fought alongside at least some the clones now shooting us down like bantha to a slaughter. What has gotten into their minds? Or have we truly done something terrible?" She asked out loud all though she was more or less searching her own brain for answers that she could not find. As much as she didn't want to admit it though it did make sense in a way. Public opinion of the Jedi had been low as the war drew into its third long year and even the heroics of Master Kenobi and Skywalker wasn't enough stem the public unrest. The Jedi became the symbol of the aging republic old as the institution they were trying to protect and even though the war it was going too slow and the fear was left unchecked for too long. Through all the readings that Feemor had pressed upon her in history what was happening now was a textbook example of a political scheme at its best. They were the scapegoats for something much bigger. But what darker power was pulling the strings? Another rumble made her loop upwards and help remind her of the fact that they had to continue moving and soon.

".... We should proabably move and soon. No telling how long it will take for the clones to find a way down here and even with the tunnels labyrinth like qualities it's only a matter of time before we are forced into a situation that I would prefer we stayed out of. The less death we cause, the better the chances we have of slipping away unnoticed. I can lead us down through the supply tunnels, this will eventually spill out into one of the auxiliary access shafts and from there we can hopefully slip into the undercity unnoticed and wait for some of the heat to die down." She explained to the other two in as calm as a tone as she could manage doing her best to keep her center like Feemor had taught her. It wasn't the best of plans but it was the best they had given the current circumstances. She would of prefered well not having to dive into the hole of utter depravity that was the undercity but with its mass of people and thousands of hiding holes that would take some strangers in no questions asked for the right favor or price it would be safe enough for a while. But once they took the Temple, they could start going through the records and counting the bodies and soon enough they would figure some people are missing... but that was a problem for a later date.

Suddenly a spark in the force as bodies grew closer. The patter of footsteps against metal and soon far down the edge of the tunnel the characteristic glow of a Clone Trooper's headlamp projecting into the darkness. The cone of vision moving out ahead of them still out of reach to reveal the trio's position. Growing deathly silent, Charuri crouched once more trying to get as close to the ground as possible while still maintaining two legged motion. The clones were talking to themselves from what she could gather they were moving out in a standard search pattern. Luckily for the padawans the way deeper in was in the other direction from their would be hunters and Charuri figured as long as they stayed quiet the darkness could provided a well enough shield for them to progress forward. Motioning with her hands to the other two she gestured for them to follow her deeper into the darkness in the opposite direction. Taking one step against the cool metal silent and then the next until she began to vanish into the shadows ahead of them. The hunt was on.