There is no lock to pick, no emergency beacon to send out. There is no magical door that just poof brings Padmé to anything familiar. There are those here from her own galaxy, and while she might not know them, there is something about them that her instincts say to trust. She is no healer nor does she have any magical ability to make wounds disappear. There is nothing like that, but she is willing and able, doing whatever she can to aid.

She has been helping in the kitchen for a time now, serving soup and helping as she can. Dishes to pick up and wash, helpings to be served, tables to be washed down. Some might be surprised to see her do such, but any that know a speck about her wouldn't be. As it is, she's just finished returning several dirty dishes to the washing area when her attention is caught by a waving hand.

"Oh! Of course. Just one second." As the cloth is placed down and she wipes her hands on her apron, before giving a friendly smile to the man. "What can I help you with?"