The smile that came to her lips was at least a little cynical. Scout knew an official change of topic when she heard one. "Well said. I don't think anyone likes being locked up in a hospital."

At some point she'd leaned a little out over the table, bracing her hands on the edge. Now Scout straightened and habitually stretched one arm by pulling the elbow against her chest with her other hand, then did the same with her other arm.

"So what do you think I can do to help? I'm sure you know how I did back there." Having her lightsaber broken, bleeding everywhere, getting distracted enough trying first aid on the bystanders that local lawfolk had been able to catch and subdue her... Honestly, Scout mostly saw the negatives there and didn't think she'd done very well.