INT. DANIA VII - BUNKER 13/LEVEL 9/ANAKIN & NASHIRA'S QUARTERS/MAIN ROOM - DAY

The door to the room opens, allowing Nashira to step inside. Turning around, she makes eye contact with Siri, who remains standing outside.

SIRI: I have another shift coming up, but if you want, I can request a reprieve so I can stay here and keep you company.

NASHIRA: Thanks, Siri, but it's alright. I'll be fine 'til Nik gets back.

SIRI: The Mandalorian told me you should get some rest --

NASHIRA: (interrupting) Zull. Her name's Zull.

SIRI: (cont'd) Zull told me you should get some rest, so that's what I want you to do. Lie down, take a nap, do whatever, just take it easy, okay?

NASHIRA: (pouting) I'm not a baby, Siri.

SIRI: That's right, you're not. Babies can't follow directions -- you can. And you will, won't you?

NASHIRA: (bobbing her head side-to-side in an exaggerated manner) Yeah, yeah, yeah.

SIRI: Good. (beat) Goodnight, 'Shira. I'll catch you tomorrow, hopefully.

NASHIRA: Goodnight.

With that, Siri turns and leaves. Sealing the door shut after her, Nashira then turns and walks over to the room's solitary sofa. With an exaggerated sigh, she throws herself down onto it then, picking up and activating a datapad, begins to read.

NASHIRA: Now, where was I ...?

Scanning through the story datacard, she finds the last page she was on. Meanwhile behind her, the door to the refresher slides slowly open.

NASHIRA: (shakes her head) Why do I read this junk? Arul Sthein can't write for squat.

As 'Shira continues to read, a dark humanoid shape steps out of the 'fresher and slowly heads toward her. As it holds out its hand, light gleams off the blade of a crudely-fashioned, homemade knife.

NASHIRA: Stang! Reva's a real bit --

The shape suddenly grabs Nashira by her head and pulls it back, exposing her naked throat to the crude blade it places against her.

GURKAN: If you want to live, you'll keep quiet and come with me now.