Donovin did not stop what he was doing to turn around to respond to Hali's lingering form, despite sensing her still close behind him.
He knew the woman was troubled and he had made no effort whatsoever to console her.
He could not bring himself to take such action.. not without feeling awkward, anyway.
He knew the reasons why he held back, but he was to busy built on being stubborn, not to mention ignorant.
Eventually Donovin's conscience nagged at him enough to the point where he could no longer sit still and ignore Hali's own fears.
Making sure the shuttle was set on autopilot, Cole headed for the back of the shuttle. The Jedi seemed eager to get to Hali, almost too eager, catching himself amongst his fast paced movements; Donovin fell into a slow yet subtle walk.
Reaching the back room, the private blind already closed, blocking passage to the back of the small room, Cole listened to see if the woman had fallen asleep.
To Donovin's surprise, his ear’s caught the sound of Hali's playful laughter.
It was strange, but there was something about that laugh of Hali's that made Donovin intoxicated. So intoxicated that he was not aware of his own form pushing its way, rather forcefully, into the curtain.
Before he knew what was happening, Donovin found himself stumbling into the room only to have Hali quickly arise from her slumber, alarming wide eyes looking down upon him.
Donovin in turn looked up at Hali from his fallen place upon the ground, face slightly contorted in embarrassment.
"... I... I... I.. uh... um... I was just.. uh.. "
