Niil turned to look at Ch'lana with no small amount of concern. Ch'lana's going to drive himself to his bloody death, Niil thought to himself. He almost voiced his concern, but instead shook his head and muttered with a faint grin, "True enough, but once we get off this damn station we're grabbing you and cramming you into a bacta tank. No frakking arguments. Sir." He took a few moments and used Ch'lana's lightsaber to render the two repeaters useless, then shut the blade off. He handed the lightsaber to Ch'lana hilt-first, then handed his medpack to Collan.
Glancing over Ch'lana's shoulder, he said, "Trax? Nim? Keshani? You all right to go, or do you need a few secs to patch up?" Trax didn't seem to look so bad even though the explosion had knocked him clean on his arse, and he guessed by the volume of Keshani's voice that the concussion from the explosion had deafened her. Hope to hell that's only temporary . . .