"Usually it takes a highly skilled necromancer," Lindsey replied as he looked away from the burning zombie. "Unfamiliar as I am with the Force, I'd be unable to help you there."
If she could do this kind of damage to a zombie, he could only imagine what she would be able to do to a living, breathing, feeling human being. He noticed one of the guards turning a faint shade of green and decided it was time to release them before anything else ended up on his carpet.
"You two can go," he said before glancing back to the show before him. The two men began to head for the door when Alema ignited her lightsaber and sliced the zombie into three pieces. Lindsey was beginning to wonder how many pieces a zombie could be chopped into or how burned it could get before it ceased to exist. Interesting, in an existential way of thinking.
"Could you get housekeeping up here while you're at it?" he called. One of the guards nodded while the other bolted from the room, most likely heading for the nearest bathroom in an attempt to keep dinner down. Lindsey snorted and shook his head.
"Impressive weapon," he complimented her. As the doors shut, he grew serious. "As for my offer before, it may take some patience on your part, but I can help you."