[Mara lets her arm go slack, but keeps her blaster out, finger on the trigger. The situation could turn dangerous at any moment, but she'll allow him to think they have a truce.]
[She hoarsely clears her throat, but the pain is nothing compared to her soured pride.]
Whatever claim you think you have to my possessions, it ceases now. You clearly have your own replica to fondle.
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[She hoarsely clears her throat, but the pain is nothing compared to her soured pride.]
Whatever claim you think you have to my possessions, it ceases now. You clearly have your own replica to fondle.