A small bottle in his hands, fizzyglug most likely given his preference for the soda and his teetotalism, Rasi heads away from the Jedi temple. A shortcut of sorts between this centrally-located section of New alderaan and the military district, Rasi just now departs its gates, a quick nod offered to the guards standing before them, a consequence of the recent attack by the remnants of that group. It is late enough in the afternoon that the crowds aren't as large as they usually are during the busier hours, the walking lanes nowhere near as filled as they can be. By this point, he's put the temple behind him after a few minutes' walk.