Medbay

The few moments that she had with the medic droid felt like they dragged on for longer than necessary. Mariah had pondered several times simply getting up and walking out. Even after the medic droid carefully cut away the fabric to reveal the wound, leaving her midsection bare, she considered it. Her cloak, which was now folded and resting next to her, would have been sufficient enough to make it back out to her ship. In the time that she was able to work out and execute a plan in her mind, however, the medic droid was able to fulfill the primary duties she had sought out from the medic staff. Now, all she needed was the right moment.

It was as though the Force willed an opportunity into existence, when a man strode into the back to drop off a Zabrak youth. As efficiently as it nabbed her and ushered her away, the medic droid left her to tend to the new patient. Mariah met Gavin’s first initial glance with a steady crimson gaze, and her fiery hair was like a pop of color within the dulled tones of the medbay. She probably looked like just another youngling to him, another over-adventurous student who bit off more than she could chew. Once he turned his attention back to the unconscious youth, it was time to finish up the mending herself. The droid had already taken care her needs and more, which left Mariah with one final step, which she had no issues with administering herself. With a faint yet smooth motion of her hand, she willed a wrap of bandage nearby into her possession, reaching her person just as the organic staff made his way over to the pair directly next to her.

There was a fine line between keeping up an awareness of her surroundings and prying into business that wasn’t hers. However, from the initial greeting between the two, the conversation going on directly next to her was something difficult to ignore. A resentment to meaningless titles was something she was all too familiar with, but she didn’t imagine to hear of it among the Sith at the Academy. When the conversation shifted to that of the boy here for treatment, though, she took her opportunity. It may have been the only one given.

Sliding down from the table, she stood back to her feet. The pain killers had worked wonders, her wound now hardly even a discomfort and easily dealt with for the time being. When her feet hit the floor, however, she realized how strong of a dose they had administered, an initial dizziness rushing over her. Steadying herself for just a brief moment, Mariah’s attention shifted back over towards those direct next to her. They didn’t seem to notice, now in a heated discussion to the Sith’ari’s apparent preferred training methods. With a deep breath, she gathered her things, taking a brief moment to re-affix her weapons and cloak back where they belonged before stashing away the bandage wrapping.

As Mariah was about to turn to make her way out, she felt the other presence approach her from the other table. As her eyes met his piercing blue, there was a sharpness in her crimson stare, cutting through the otherwise friendlier attempts he made with his apologies. Even stranger was that, even with him standing so close, she couldn’t sense anything remarkable about his signature. A frail presence, yet also a Master. A sleight of hand within the Force. It was something she was only familiar with because it was an art she often practiced, even now. If this Master Gavin Phoenix tried, then he, too, would feel the same from her presence as well, or rather lack thereof. However, yet again, she wouldn’t have expected such things from a Master at the Sith Academy. She found it all too odd that there were those who employed similar techniques here. She dismissed the correlation as an effect of the pain killers.

“Nothing to interrupt,” she answered, realizing she left a beat of silence fall in her dubious, narrowed stare. “They were just finishing up with me. I was about to see myself out.”

She tore her gaze away from Gavin for a moment, keeping a view on both the doctors and the medic droids, who were now engrossed in the youngling. She had some extra time, although not much, to try and smoothly make an exit so that even this one might not suspect her attempts at an early discharge. What more, she hadn't yet figured out if hallucinations within the Force were another a common side effect to the pain killers.

“A shame, that one." There was a slight scoff in her tone. "Potential is a wonderful thing but too easily wasted if he kills himself.” With two small steps, she placed Gavin directly between her line of sight of the doctors, and in turn, their sight of her. She was both short and petite enough that Gavin's frame easily hid her from view. Motioning towards the Zabrak child with a tilt of her head, she added, “I couldn’t help but overhear.”