~ " Settle down, kid."

There was very little amusement in Jago's tone, his posture, as he turned his eyes towards Jerrico with a raised eyebrow.

" You just woke up from a stun bolt to the face. You're going through an adrenaline rush right now, a minor form of delayed Combat High, that's all. It's going to sneak back up on you pretty hard. Trust me, I've been jabbed by a Bothan Stun Stick more times than I'd like to recount. You're best off just relaxing for the moment."

He was in pain. It was more than clear to the naked eye. Even Adelle was almost becoming annoyed with him at his attempted display of bravado in the face of physical agony, though he knew it was only out of concern for his well-being. Jago could admire that, as much as it made him want to chuckle.

However, past that pain, it was noticeable as the sun that there was a certain aspect of his words, his stance, his gaze, that Jago had been in places like this before. When it came to Jedi, he was a bit of a fluke, having gained knowledge and mastery through a freak accident rather than the meditation and perseverance that was demanded of their lifestyle. It was ... frustrating, to him. A source of anger and sorrow that dwelt deep in his chest, but it also highlighted a very important aspect of the man.

He did not give up. He did not succumb to doubt or fear. He stood stoic in the face of all adversity. He wasn't just a Jedi: He was a soldier, a warrior bred against a bloodied starscape in a thousand battles across a thousand systems. How he wasn't simply dead inside by this point was just a testament to his sheer force of will to remain optimistic, no matter the odds. It was his eyes: his eyes shone of a hopeful brightness, but were still so hollow, so fragile: the remnants of a childhood spent with crimson on his hands.

" You may have the combat experience," Jago went on, shaking his head, " But fighting on a battlefield is not what we need here. We need to wage a silent war, mind games. We need to out-think our enemy here, not out-muscle them. Try and cause trouble now, with natural weaponry, nonetheless? They'll gun you down without a thought, and as long as I'm still around no one is dying needlessly."

Jago looked at the group as a whole, realizing that they were worse for wear than he had originally thought. Even if one of them got out, what was the chance that they would come back? There had to be a way for them to get a glimpse of the building interior before they made their move. He thought it over a little more, rubbing his chin while pondering the possibilities.

" They'd have to feed us at some point," he mused, " Which means they'd have to open the door. It's as good a chance as any. I'm not sure if they'd let us out to some cafeteria area, or if they'd just bring us our meal here, but regardless there will be a way out at that point. We need to come up with something for that time, and we don't know when it's approaching."

A glance over at Adelle, a questioning gaze.

" If you could slip out then, even just to get away from a moment, you might be able to find those 'Others' Valana spoke of. Problem is, when you get caught, I'm not sure if they'd keep you locked up with us. We all might have to cause some set of trouble or the other, current status notwithstanding. It'd certainly give Adelle more time, if nothing else. Alatoi, you seem to be in good health as well: if you tried to scout out at the same time, it'd give the guards a little more to consider, split up their search parties. But no direct violence, no matter what. The last thing I want to see is an execution to make an example ..."~