Eniko rested her head on one hand while she drummed the fingers of her other on the table. She was silently trying to size Starkiller up, wondering what kind of man he was, especially after seeing his brief display of the Force. When the drinks arrived she nodded to him and thanked the server bringing them before she tilted the glass and made her drink circle the rim. She watched, impressed, as he downed nearly a third of his before her. "Take your pick," she shrugged nonchalantly taking a sip of her own before spinning it around some more. "But the simple answer is boredom, and the fact that I don't have any more room to grow. I'm having to watch over my shoulder for anyone I've pissed off, or someone looking to settle a score. These streets ain't friendly if you haven't noticed..." she said, trying to sound tough but still quite nervous, hoping rather strongly that they would soon get out of this place and on their way. She drank again and then set her cup down to see Starkiller's reaction and wait to see what he would do next. "I know I'm destined for something greater than this..." she sighed sadly, gesturing around the bar with a wave of her hand. Unknown to her, but quite obvious to Starkiller, as she waved her hand around her latent Force power would accidentally push over several drinks at a nearby table that spilled all over their patrons who suddenly jumped up cursing loudly and looking around for the person responsible. Eniko flinched in surprise, but did not make any eye contact with the men not knowing she was the guilty party.