It became difficult to concentrate when one of the students began practising with his lightsaber, the sound of the weapon and the shuffle of feet, the twirl of light in the corner of her eye kept urging her to look over at him, but she would drop the containers if she did. Instead she forced herself to steady her breathing and try to not let Tatin's movements draw her attention.<br/><br/>She was just easing back into her exercise, when another student, the green skinned Mirialan, Kawan watched her for a few moments. She didn't notice he had come closer until he spoke, surprise making the containers twist and rise. He stood too close, looming over her. The cans groaned at her attention flagged, her anger sliding out of her control. Ignoring Kawan's offered hand she held her breath, trying to keep the rage from mounting higher - but the call from further down the cargo bay distracted her.<br/><br/>The four cans rushed at each other, warping metal screeching as the containers collapsed into and around each other to form a ball the size of two fists. The cot Taishari was sitting on slid forwards several inches, drawn by the Force she had failed to manipulate with any delicacy. With an enraged hiss, she stood up and turned on Tatin, flinging a hand at him. The still floating ball of warped metal hurtled towards the student, riding a wave of frustration and suppressed anger.<br/><br/>