The words from Captain s'Ilancy caused a sudden flash of worry on her face, but Master Vymes' call for salt quickly cut through and gave her pause. She stared at him, blinked, then finally let her eyes roam helplessly until he further guided her to where it was kept. Quickly she reached out, one hand closing around the strange metal container. It looked like some sort of hammered and shaped representation of a tiny Anteevian snowbear.

"Here."

Holding it out to him, Farran once more let her eyes shift to the Captain.

"Are you a Jedi, too?"

She certainly didn't exactly look like one, but it was a question that couldn't help but be asked.