[That's... an interesting suggestion. Perhaps this entire thing is a misunderstanding? (His menacing her, that is; her response, she remains sure, was perfectly justified.) Her eyes slide half closed, and she focuses on the pull of the Force, truly concentrating on it for the first time since they began speaking. Her abilities are weak enough that, without proper concentration, she often doesn't pick up anything but dire hunches.]
[If she concentrates, she can feel something swarming around the sabers. They feel the same, and since hers is clearly not a forgery, neither is his. Which is... interesting, and she's not sure how that's possible. She'd be more shocked, more worried, if not for something else the Force had just brought to her attention.]
[This man feels familiar through the Force, and she couldn't put her finger on why. He felt strange, some kind of inexplicable other, but now, truly concentrating, images take shape. An apartment on Coruscant, gunfire, screaming. The familiarity... whatever she feels now, she felt it there, too, she must have.]
[There's a note of apprehension when she asks,] Who are you?
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[If she concentrates, she can feel something swarming around the sabers. They feel the same, and since hers is clearly not a forgery, neither is his. Which is... interesting, and she's not sure how that's possible. She'd be more shocked, more worried, if not for something else the Force had just brought to her attention.]
[This man feels familiar through the Force, and she couldn't put her finger on why. He felt strange, some kind of inexplicable other, but now, truly concentrating, images take shape. An apartment on Coruscant, gunfire, screaming. The familiarity... whatever she feels now, she felt it there, too, she must have.]
[There's a note of apprehension when she asks,] Who are you?