The sound of whirring and beeping of passing medical droids and diagnostic equipment fills the resting room of the New Republic Military Bay's wing. White washed walls and sheets hanging from angled rings line a long walkway, often traveled by busy nurses and their assistant droids. However, the afternoon is sparse as few injuries had been sustained in the recent days save for one... With a bit of a shrug, Raxis watches her calmly as he reflects back on the fight. "Well. I think on some level I owe that man a debt of gratitude." He pauses, chuckling. "I was getting my ass handed to me."