Ah. This could get tricky.

She takes a deep breath and sinks into the Force, letting her instincts guide her hands to free the captive.

The first thing -

Apparently freeing Leya's hands and eyes, carefully weaving around the sigils. Leya immediately takes in the scene, and her fingers start dancing as she keeps her hands still, rapidly unweaving the danger right around her as Elesse undoes further bindings.

It takes a little bit, and it seems some kind of alarm got tripped at some point, because there's a creeping sense of danger towards the exit.

"Could you check the door, please?" she says to Luka, continuing to work.

He ducks his head out. "I don't see anything... But something feels wrong."

"Taurna's noticed this."

"Of course. Are you able to move?"

She waves her hand, and the last of the sigils snaps. "I am now."

"Good. Let us go. Please stay alert against local magic."

Tight nod. "They might appear behind us; I'll be best going last."

She nods. "Then I will lead. Luka, stay between us."

He nods, tightly, privately deciding he really needs some training...

And onward.

Someone's waiting for them at the top of the stairs.

She blasts them out of the way with concussive force.

Two guards go sliding back, more stumble or fall or fly -

But there's a man, late middle aged, well groomed, wearing a sharply cut uniform, who doesn't move. He has his hands behind his back, right now, and just raises an eyebrow. (He's rather dangerous).

"Must we fight? This is quite a lot of effort for one girl," he says. "Especially one who barely has her Name."

"More so on your part than mine. If you wish to step aside, then by all means do so."

Tight smile. "I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Then you have your answer, as I am similarly disinclined to allow you keep her an unwilling guest."

He inclines his head. "May I at least have the honor of knowing your Name?"

"Don't."

"Perhaps if I had one to give you."

The look he sends Luka is very, very far from friendly. "You don't seem like someone without."

"Appearances can be deceiving," she says as she tosses her saber up and sends it scything a golden streak towards the man.

He disappears just before her saber would've stricken him.

She advances up the stairs as she calls it back to her hand.