"Yeh," Allie muttered, twisting a corner of her jacket. She looked up, "Yeh, I'm fine."

She glanced at the newcomers and an idea crept into Allie's mind. She wasn't sure if it was a good one or a bad one, so she just went with it. "One sec," she said, and vanished back into the shack. Quickly, she grabbed a few packages of bacta patches and painkillers for what's-her-name's supplies, a handful of candybars, and last, she snatched up the handblaster from behind the counter out of a new found paranoia. Her baggy, multi-pocketed garments looked no different for the new aquisitions. Allie straightened her jacket and walked back out.

The whole process hadn't taken long at all, no longer than... "Had to use the 'fresher," she shrugged.