"And when they strike?" she asks, gesturing now to the skies overhead. "When they strike and locate the structures and they blast the kriff out of them, what then? When the building comes tumbling down, crashing in on top of you, crushing you like an insect, how safe will it be then?" She sighs - a long, drawn out exhale containing the name of everyone who's ever wronged her. Suddenly, she considers him - air swirling around her head shifting colors, from red to something more muted. "What's a defector doing on Onderon, anyway?"