"We shouldn't stay on the upper levels", Lyla pointed out, a little surprised by how confidently she took part in this conversation. "Blending in with the population isn't enough. There's still enough surveillance in the undercity to find us or at least trace our steps if they know where we went. But below sublevel... 2-25, I think, there's a lot less of that. People aren't friendly that far down but they'll leave you alone if you look dangerous or poor enough, or if know where to hide."

She gave the Padawan next to her a sideways glance in the blue light of her saber. He was exhausted, that much was obvious. They all were, if they were completely honest, but he seemed to be hurt as well and the person who could have really helped him, the one who had helped her...
Lyla shook off the thought. She couldn't allow herself to let her mind wander in that direction, she needed to stay focused - she feared that once they took a rest, once she let herself think about all the others who had died, she wouldn't be able to pull herself together again. But there was no denying that they would not be able to leave the planet in their current clothes or state. At the very least, they needed to go down far enough so they could properly lose their pursuers, steal or buy new outfits and tend their wounds. 

They were all due for a few hours of sleep but every second counted and even a brief respite could cost them what little they had gained. And if she was completely honest, she was feeling a hint of anger at how little attention Master Worror seemed to pay to what she said. Maybe that was why she pressed on.

"I know what places we could go to, how to disappear down here, where to find what we need. I hate the undercity more than anyone but I also know it better than anyone, even you, Master. Please... Please trust me and let [i]me[/i] guide us."