It seemed like they were going to get out of this with no more close calls. It was a thought that left Sidara almost light-headed in relief. Her grip was looser on her blaster and even thought she kept scanning the area, she was already thinking ahead to what medical supplies they had and what she would need to do in order to treat the injuries. Blaster shots tended to self-cauterize to an extent, but they were moving around a lot so she doubted that would help her much.
Sidara turned to look at the woman when she spoke. A tired smile just beginning to curve across her face, she was caught off guard when blaster fire hit the side of the ship, showering sparks down on her. "Kriff!" she snapped, firing off a few of her own shots before rushing up the gangplank. "Let's get off the ground!" she shouted, echoing the woman's own call to get the hell out of here. Blaster shots bounced off the metal as she gangplank rose beneath her feet and Sidara rushed toward the cockpit. "We need to get out of here right now. Put as much distance as possible between us and them and try to keep from throwing us around too much, okay? I've got patients."
She turned to move back toward where the others were. "I need to know who's in the worst shape," she said, then glanced to the ancient medical assistance droid. "And wake up! Run diagnostics." It wasn't that great at actually helping treat people anymore, but its sensors were still capable of scanning and reporting on lifeforms and any abnormalities or things she needed to be mindful of when treating someone. She took in a breath, "And I'm Sidara, by the way," she introduced herself to those who didn't know her.