Crix grinned at the bigger Jedi and patted him on the upper arm (or as upper as he could get without jumping) in a light-hearted manner. There hadn't been any harm or foul thankfully and he was just kinda glad that Wurf had managed to avoid getting his fur singed by some droids from the backend of three hundred years ago. The droids were almost as old as Master Voran herself and that was almost unspeakably old in the grand scheme of things!
"Oh yeah then we happy." he crowed with a wide grin, "Leave the holes being blown open for a different kind of adventure eh?"
Maybe?
He wasn't sure if that worked as a sex joke because of the exploding part but he wasn't going to think too hard about the stress relief jokes he spouted. Keeping themselves devoid of blaster holes was something he was more than up for as well. Taking the holocron from Alex, the Knight eyed the Master with an unusually serious expression on his face.
Reaching out, he popped her lightly on the shoulder with his fist, comparable to a fistbump.
"No pulling an Obi-Wan on us, Master Voran. Everybody lives this time, alright?"
He didn't give her much chance to respond, immediately turning on his heels and taking off down the corridor at a sprint. Using Force Speed was an option but he didn't want to get fully drained in case there was something else blocking their way. Of course, because it was Crix, the door to the hanger bay opened to reveal half a dozen B2 battledroids.
"...and the Force shits in my dinner once again."
@Valen Pelora @Scoobert