Julma nodded, mumbling her thanks to the guards as they left, as she took the moment to glance around the doctors office for anything useful, a communications device, a knife, anything, her mind waging a war on two fronts as she methodically went through her life, recalling the various events that had made her who she was. Death, betrayal, newfound acceptance, independence, loyalty, power, and now, powerlessness. She went through every notable facet of her life in an attempt to search for the alien presence, stifling her own frustration at the child-like behavior it exhibited as she combed her mental space for it, making another futile attempt to reach through the Force and sense anything, especially something nearby her like this disembodied parasite of the mind.