"But you see to defend yourself I would have to attack you," Sabé replied. "Which at the given time I have no intensions of doing. As for me defending myself, if you are what I think you may be it won't matter, since you won't be real."
Sabé lowered her blaster a bit more, the gash in her forehead was now starting to throb.
"I do not know of anyone by the name of Jack. Nor do I know what rum is," she replied.
How could this woman not know what the Outer Rim, or what Sith illusions were? Unless of course this was all part of the trick. Which it ...had to be right?
"Well then...Elizabeth. Asides from the fact I have no idea what you are...it's nice - I suppose. To meet you."