For the first couple of minutes that Jo was in the Sensoriums the scene before her kept flickering between that of a shooting range and that of a boxing gym. Finally it seemed as though it was decided that Jo needed a place like the gym and poof! There it was.

She hadn't been inside one of the Sensoriums for a while - mainly due to Security duty stuff - but seeing as she'd quit. she had way more time on her hands than she truly needed. The Sensoriums offered her a place to take her anger out. It was either here or taking it out on Leon some random crew member and risk getting beat up by tentacle of pain. So beating up something in the Sensoriums sounded like a much better idea.

Stepping inside, Jo headed straight over to one of the benches - which had a oh so convenient roll of tape sitting on it - and sat down. She took a deep breath, picked up the tape and began wrapping her knuckles. She knew she wouldn't actually be hurt, but while she was inside, she'd think there was pain... But maybe the pain would distract her from her anger... Then again, she was kinda liking the anger at the moment.

Rising to her feet, she rotated her neck, popping the bones in her neck and moved over to one of the punching bags. Positioning herself in a fighting stance, she glared at the punching bag and began jabbing at it.

There was never truly silence.  Something was always moving, people were always passing.  Even in the Sensorium, where she had thought about going, there would be noise.  It was to the Temples that Arha went to seek an approximation of silence and it was there that she remained long past the end of the day's training.  Deep meditation left her subdued and tranquil, warm, still, but a little more distant.  Her thoughts settled lightly on Luke Skywalker, examined the delicate ledge she had stood upon with him, understood each side of it, and accepted it for what it was.

It diminished nothing between them if she was to be honest.

The best she could do was put it away, to turn off the part of her that wanted to grieve for something that couldn't be.  There was a time and a place to deal with such a thing and she had so very much to accomplish before she could consider herself ready.  She would not let whatever feelings she had cloud her vision, nor provoke negativity in herself.  How could she listen to the Force if all she heard was the rumble of sorrow?  It did her no good and did her training with Obi-Wan less good.

Arha breathed in and let the calm of the Force descend, in it there was peace and comfort.

In it there was life and joy and beauty.