He was right about that. A predator most deadly, indeed. Her sister may lack certain abilities that Amara possessed, but the two shared a similarly strong affinity for the Force. Amara had a greater degree of training, sure, but her sister had the brute force afforded her by the Dark side. All in all, the two were on similar levels. Amara's only real advantages would be training, which gave her a greater control over her use of the Force, her ability to predict her sister's moves, and her rational mind. It would be a hard fought battle. Truth be told, she wasn't really sure if she would walk away from this, or if she was going to her death. Regardless, it had to be done. Her life wasn't worth the lives of everyone on that planet.<br/><br/>She winced just a little, when the memories flashed through his mind and, subsequently, through her own. It was a very quick response, unnoticeable to most. Still, she couldn't put it past him to notice even something so small. Her eyes examined him as her laughed, a sound that led her to believe that such a thing was a rare occurrence. A shame, really. Not that she could say that she laughed much more frequently, but that was neither here nor there.<br/><br/>His gaze locks with hers and his eyes told her almost as much as his mind did. Her own eyes, on the other hand, showed little to nothing. They were practiced at masking emotions and other such things. Not that anyone expected anything less of a Jedi master. On the contrary, most expected more. Most expected that a Jedi master would be such a master of their emotions that they wouldn't need to mask them. That, however, was not the case. It was true that she was excellent at controlling her emotions, but that didn't mean that she didn't have them. She had plenty of them, in fact. Probably more than a Jedi should. But she had learned to control them, to suppress them, and to mask them. As such, most believed her to be one of the more skilled masters in this area. Only a very skilled empath would know the truth, unless she disclosed the truth.<br/><br/>She smiled lightly when he said he wasn't your average pilot.<span style="color: #FF0080">"Yes, I know. That's why I chose you."</span>she replied in a light, somewhat enigmatic manner, watching his actions related to the credits. She didn't say a word, standing rather gracefully from her seat and nodding in response when he said they needed to move. She waited for him to stretch, smiling lightly at this thoughts, and then followed him back to the hovercar.<br/><br/>He explained that it would be a pretty long drive, even in a hovercar like this, to which she, once again, simply nodded. She got into the hovercar and took her seat, riding in silence as they made their way through the city, until the first bit of trees came into view.<br/><br/>She glanced his way, a small smile on her lips as he talked about the car, particularly the modifications made to it. Stealth technology, huh? Not something you generally expect from a hovercar. She watched curiously as he dumped the crystals into the receiver before taking over manual control of the car. In the end, they ended up above the buildings, something she knew was illegal. They wouldn't get caught if no one could see them and, despite her general dislike for breaking the rules, this was an instance in which she was willing to do so.<br/><br/>When they finally landed, after some encounters with some rather thick branches, in front of what use to be a hanger, she glanced at him, smiling a little and shaking her head, knowing he was obviously fighting a smirk.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0080">"Honestly."</span>she chuckled a little, shaking her head.<span style="color: #FF0080">"You're certainly something."</span>she added before exiting the hovercar.<span style="color: #FF0080">"Well, shall we get going?"</span>she asked, waiting for him to lead the way to the ship. She was ready to get moving. She may not looking it, but she felt somewhat restless. That wasn't a good thing. She needed to mediate--something she would be sure to do on the trip from here to Tattooine.