From Chapter 11 of The Clone Wars: No Prisoners (2009)
They stood outside in the lobby for a moment, trying to keep out of the way of rushing med droids and repulsor gurneys. Altis waited with Callista and Geith at a discreet distance, talking in hushed tones. Pellaeon caught Callista's eye and raised his thumb in silent approval for the missile strike, but then the Jedi all turned their heads at once, all looking toward the treatment cubicle. Pellaeon realized what had caught their attention. It wasn't him. He couldn't hear or see it, of course. But they could. “Oh, stang," he said. Rex came out of the cubicle, his face ashen as if he was either scared or furious, but the set of his jaw said the latter. He had to pass Pellaeon to leave the medbay. He unclipped his helmet from the back of his belt and rammed it on as if he didn't want to have any conversation. "Make that two troopers I've got to replace," he said, and strode away at speed. Hallena shut her eyes for a moment and let her chin drop. "You should have left me," she said. "Look at all this. What was I thinking, calling for extraction? I didn't even have any intel worth rescuing. What do I say to those troopers? That it's all part of the job?”
