he smirks as he slips her a sly look, yellow eyes glinting in the dim cavern, the illumination of their weapons glowing across their skin in malicious, scarlet hues. a collection of dead twi’lek refugees are scattered around the area, their bodies dismembered and bleeding, their eyes unseeing and forever caught in the terror of the first order operatives. “i didn’t need your help, kid, but now that i got a good look at your form, i can see you need a little more time in the training ring.” his sabers hum as he switches one of them off, holding the other up for light. “come on. there’s bound to be more of these traitors in these caves.”