"Go 'head." Atton said, grabbing a Juma for himself. As he leaned against the wall, he examined the others as he took a drink. "So...where're you two from?"
"The graceful pilot as ever, I see." Kira said, smiling a bit as she returned with a cloth. "Hold still, it might sting."
With one hand beneath his jaw to hold his head still, the Jedi Exile began to clean the wound to his head, gingerly wiping at it with the cloth. Most of his wounds had already been cleaned and tended to, but the gash on his head wasn't nearly bad enough to be bandaged. A few disinfectants every once in a while, and he would be fine.
"So what took you so long to come back, anyway?"