Dak made his way toward the Wookiee's Wail back on Mandalore. His arm still hurt, but with the bacta having kicked in, he was certainly feeling better than before. His gear had all been cleaned up and set back to normal after the fight and he was glad to have a bit of time for R&R. Although he had another operation he wanted to run, the few hours of sleep on the trip back had been nice. But before he got around to that, he needed food, a bit of rest, and probably a much-needed conversation about… breakfast. Speaking of breakfast, it was breakfast time, wasn't it? He paused mid-walk, frowning at the sun above and grinding his teeth together a bit. In truth, he wasn’t sure he was very hungry with the dread of this "lovely" conversation still hanging over his head. Perhaps it was time to take action about that first. How was it that he didn't care about jumping into a temple full of Jedi, but this was what bothered him? He rolled his eyes, turning around and heading back in the direction he came, figuring Talia would have needed to go to the infirmary as well, and given that she hadn't been there when he was, he figured that was as good a place as any to start. It was even busier now than it had been before. Troops were still pouring in from the lingering fights on Korriban, with a new ship-ful having just landed. He pushed his way past the bustling staff, squeezing through tiny gaps between desks and stretchers. He had half a mind to com her and ask where she was, but he figured a surprise would be... better.