Matala stepped on the shuttle, tossing a drink in her hand as she made her way to the Jedi Temple. She knew that she was a nobody in the grand scheme of things but it didn't matter, she might be able to find a way to help them, and if muscling a lightsaber or vibrosword through someone better than any of them could wasn't what they were looking for then maybe there were new leads the commando could follow. Looking around Matala sensed that there was something going on, with Padawans milling about as though something was going down. She took a sip and looked at one of the Jedi, a questioning look on her face.
"Jedi business?" she asked.