It's something so ingrained to her that her twin Westars are in hand the moment the Zabrak takes hold of another weapon. Both blaster pistols poised, her fingers hover steadily over the triggers.
Moments like these that she's thankful for the security, the anonymity of her buy'ce. Behind the trademark visor she's startled, if just for a moment. Sabine considers his words, as well as the weapon grasped in his hand. Not a lightsaber. This one's different. But no less deadly, she reminds herself.
"Well, I won't argue that dealing with a Sith isn't a dirty job. But I think you're confused, and maybe lucky for you, this isn't Mandalore."
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It's something so ingrained to her that her twin Westars are in hand the moment the Zabrak takes hold of another weapon. Both blaster pistols poised, her fingers hover steadily over the triggers.
Moments like these that she's thankful for the security, the anonymity of her buy'ce. Behind the trademark visor she's startled, if just for a moment. Sabine considers his words, as well as the weapon grasped in his hand. Not a lightsaber. This one's different. But no less deadly, she reminds herself.
"Well, I won't argue that dealing with a Sith isn't a dirty job. But I think you're confused, and maybe lucky for you, this isn't Mandalore."