Issan wasn't sure if she was more impressed by Gem's sudden departure, irritated at being left alone to find her own way out of the compound, or utterly disturbed by the sight of her master elongating and disappearing into a tube. Settling on a combination of all three, she waved a hand and replaced her cloaking illusion and set off into the hallways they'd come through, carefully picking her way around guards and other security measures, trying to make doubly sure that she was absolutely undetected. It would not do to make it this far, only to trip a wire or come too close to the wrong Force sensitive.
Thankfully, though, none of these things happened. Her prudence, abilities and observational skills kept her safe and unseen, as she'd wished. Offering a silent prayer to the Winged Goddess, Issan made her way outside the compound and further into the forested area around it. She wasn't sure which direction the warehouse had been, or even where she'd need to go to find her ship once more. Thankfully it was outfitted with a GPS device that hooked into her holoreader; a simple tap of a button would give her the directions she needed. Another tap would activate the droid that flew the thing for her and bring it to her, though she wanted to avoid such a thing until absolutely necessary.
Feeling safer a little further out from the compound, she waited for Gem to arrive, unsure how the changeling was going to locate her. She hoped the woman knew how to avoid the guards on the perimeter; there weren't many of them, but they were there all the same. It would only take one to raise the alarm.