"That was intense..." Eniko confessed, wiping the nervous sweat from her brow while watching Starkiller's silent form. The event had really shaken her up and she was ready to get the hell out of there even more, almost to the point that she had considered telling him to come find her when he was ready. But that meant running the chance of losing her ride, and she wasn't yet ready to risk that. What had he meant about the Galactic Empire saying the very same things before shooting people in the streets? She had been rather young when much of the Empire's wickedness had come about, and the Republic started to rise back again. "Are you okay over there...? I know I'm scared after all that, but I'm not sure I like the silent treatment you're giving now. It's really creepy." Eniko said, turning around in her chair and seeing the aftermath of the visit. Things may have gone back to normal for the others, but she was trembling. The young woman stepped up to the bar and ordered another drink, this time with alcohol, and took it back to the table. Once she was back in her seat she sighed heavily before trying to do what Starkiller had done and fire back a huge gulp. That didn't work out so well for her as she started to cough and her chest started to burn under the strain of the heavy liquor. "How...?" she asked looking back at him.