Jacen could feel the pain from the young girl. Waves upon waves of it, even from as far away as he was, and he was unable to just let it lie. Especially now that her doctors had changed. Anatoly needed to be off, he knew that. He understood it perfectly. But it was affecting River, and so for whatever good he would do he had gone to the medbay as soon as he could and planned just to sit with her. To talk and keep her calm and focused.
Her words as he stepped around the corner worried him, he understood little about the reference but he wasn't about to ignore her because she had attacked. Her mind had been used, twisted and she'd been made a weapon, and he knew a little something about that. It had been done to him in a different way, and of course he'd done it to Tahiri, to Ben.
River was his chance for some amends, and truth be told he cared about the poor broken psychic girl. He projected calm and focus, as much as a former Sith Lord could at any rate and sat down at the chair nearest her though she was still facing away from everybody, as if she didn't want to let anyone near her, or perhaps let herself near anyone. Well, he was here to try and help her through.
"River, its Jacen. Do you mind if I sit here with you for a little while?"