"If he didn't specifically choose her, I'd - be very surprised.

"Force preserve me, I almost wish I had stabbed him."

"Ah." She offers a hug.

Diana gratefully accepts the hug.

She holds her for a minute, and then takes a hand back to sign with.

    "He's dead now, she says, ma'am, and you'll be dropping the ship in a star soon enough."

"More like repurposing it as a knife to stab someone else who thinks any of that shit is good with, if it's somehow my choice, but your point's well made."

Comforting squeeze.

    "She says you can discuss that later, ma'am."

"Mhm.  Let's get this done."

    "Yes ma'am."

There's ten more minutes' wait - the fine hairs on Pradnakt's arms are visibly standing on end by the end of it - and then they're docked.

Pradnakt's first order of business is to order the med droids into the Subtle Knife's cargo hold, back in one of the corners where they'll be out of the way and noone will have to look at them, and have them shut down.

Well, Diana's not gainsaying that.  No reminders of potential torture on her spaceship, thank you.  They can go under this securely-fastened tarp.  She does wonder, though, "Why'd you shut them down so immediately?"

    "She says she doesn't want to deal with them either," Nine rumbles.

"...That makes sense.  Though someone will have to do that, eventually."

Diana's first stop is the prisoners' cells; she pops her helmet off for this, and she's got the relevant Jedi insignia on, for once.  She's glad she can do that this time.  This is something she's proud of.

"Hello.  You're being rescued, sir, ma'am.  The Sith whose ship this was is very dead."

The prisoners are in separate, adjacent cells, unable to see each other, though there's nothing to stop them from talking. The young woman - around Pradnakt and Diana's age - is curled up under a blanket on her bunk, but the man is waiting at the door of his cell. "The droids said, ma'am. What happens now?"

"We get you over to my ship, and then hopefully on your way out of Sith space entirely, to a much more pleasant environment.  Sound good?"

And those doors are opening now, thanks, she doesn't care if she has to cut the kriffing locks off.

The doors open just fine from the outside, with the kind of mechanical lock a trained Force-sensitive wouldn't have much trouble opening from the inside either.

"I was hoping to go, uh, home, ma'am. Punrusteah, over in the Nylee sector."

R4 whistles something at Diana's cue; it sounds sad.  "I'm not ruling out the possibility entirely, sir, but it's a million times more likely that you'll end up getting hurt or killed if you do go back there, versus finding somewhere else to go, with refugee resettlement and such.  And I somehow don't think you want to die for being an escaped slave.  ...Is there someone back there you're missing?"

"...probably not anymore, I guess," he allows.

"Then I really can't advise going there, no.  Especially given that your daughter will need your support, because adjusting to new situations always sucks when you're that sort of person, even if they're better situations."

"Yes ma'am."

"And I somehow bet that she did not receive any of the support she should have, which is a profound tragedy I can only hope to ameliorate the impact of."

"-ma'am?"

"The way our brains work is substantially the same, and I doubt the kriffing slavers gave a damn about giving her any of the tools I used to make my life not horrible," she elaborates.

"Oh. No, they didn't, ma'am."

    "Do you have any pain pills," the woman in the other cell puts in.

"Yeah - what's hurting?  I'm not a full medic, but I have field training."

Diana's approaches her, quietly but still making any noise so as to not startle, to see if her basic Force Healing helps!  Medium-duty pain pills are also a thing that she has.

"Headache," she reports.

Force healing doesn't seem to do much more than take the edge off (though Diana can tell it's clearing up a number of lingering minor hurts), but she eagerly accepts the pain pill before curling back up under her blanket.

"Anything in particular you've noticed giving you those headaches?  I might have something that'll stop them closer to the source."