[The anger that he feels is nothing compared to the indignation that swells in her chest when he dares to suggest that she feels any call whatsoever to the Dark Side.

Oh how she wishes she still had her lightsabers. She'd show him just how strong the Light was within her. Instead, she laughs at the incredulity of his claim, a high pitched scoff that she makes no effort to bite back.

Manners? Not for a Sith. Her mirth disappears immediately, replaced with pure contempt]

Alike? You don't know the first thing about me. I live my life for others before myself. For the weak who cannot defend themselves from evil like your's.

[She steps forward and jabs her finger into his chest. She can see he's just as unarmed as he is -- so she's not afraid of him.]

You are a selfish coward who's given into the Dark Side. We are nothing alike.