Pedantic Padawan
Neriamel was not the most perceptive of Jedi when it came to reading people, but even she noticed the rising anxiety in Dr. Lin. The Padawan couldn't help but wonder what the woman had been expecting. To have her life saved, certainly—and that was what she had got. But beyond that, she could hardly have believed the Jedi to be on board with her research program. Or could she?
"The council is not a court. Not for you, anyway."
That was all she had to say to the woman by way of reassurance. At least it was all she thought needed to be said. She very much doubted that this research facility was actually illegal, or if it was that any liability would fall on the researchers themselves. Realistically, Dr. Lin had little to fear, except the need to look for a new position with a gap in her resumé. Neriamel had little interest in passing judgement on her.
As far as she was concerned, the real question was what to do with the data that would enable a replication of the experiment, or worse, a refinement—and perhaps, though less likely, its reversal. A Sith holocron could have been no greater informational hazard in her eyes.
Neriamel also could not help but notice that her first instinct was not to hand everything over to the council. It was to secure the information and then think long and hard. That probably said a lot about her—but fortunately, right now, it did not constrain her actions, as the next step was in any event the same.
"Your subjects are either dead or incapacitated. Your technician Arven is safe. You will help us search the facility for any other survivors. There may be more injured. Then we will fetch your data. We cannot leave them here."
