"Blasters?" Lyta raised her eyebrows at Padme. "You aren't going to find any of those here. There are knives and there are big sticks to hit things with. So unless you or somebody you know can make something a little better, that's what we have to work with."

She turned her attention to the kid - Envy, her mind supplied - and raised her eyebrows once more. This time, it was appreciative.

"You're smart," she said, eying him and nodding. "Not smart enough to keep yourself out of trouble, but smart." She took a few of the syrignes, giving them a quick look over. She'd leave him the bulk of his find.

"There should be a supply closet around here somewhere. Maybe..." she closed her eyes, trying to send her mind out. After taking so much energy to take away Envy's pain, she could barely sense outside the door. Damnit! All she could get were the thoughts of the two other people in the room.

Which offered her a cornucopia of valuable information. She turned, giving them both a piercing, calculating look. The girl was royalty, and the boy.... oh, Lyta knew what it was like to be like him.

"Alright, we shouldn't stay here much longer. And you -," she pointed at Envy, "when you're feeling better, I wanna talk to you."