Aayla bares her teeth behind her helmet, shifting to keep the last remnants of the Death Watch squad within view. Her chargepack's running low after almost three hours of battle, but she's finally managed to whittle down the opposition numbers to just these last four. The rest of their cell lie strewn about, dead or dying, but no longer Aayla's concern. At her back, behind the makeshift barricade where they'd been pinned down, Quinlan's silent. Bleeding out if she can't get them free of this mess in time to make it somewhere safe.