She holds perfectly still - or too still, as the physician begins to see to her injuries tells her that isn't relaxing and she has to take a deeper, longer breath in the effort of just that. So as he speaks, she is distracted - right up until she isn't and all that nagging is undone as she snaps sharp all over again - completely ignoring the medics miserable little noise of frustration.

"You have all been deceived. The Marathi system is enslaved and exploited to the profit of the company that now rules it." She is over taken by it, completely, incensed beyond reason or relief. Fighting all over again, to try and sit up and this time the hand forces her back is more direct. Ignoring the madam, "My people and I escaped, fought our way out and commandeered a ship, to let the rest of the galaxy know so that we may plead for our home."