At less than five feet in height, in a pair of jeans and a simple dark blue button-up shirt, Jaina didn't look very intimidating. She came to a stop a few feet away, eying the bleached blonde for a moment. Holding her hand out slightly, she used the Force to yank his seat out from underneath him. Sending it sliding across the floor a few good feet, she then pulled his drink away as well. It moved through the air and came to a rest halfway down the bar.
A patron glanced up from his drink, shrugged, and went back to staring into the amber liquid. Jaina eyed Spike.
"Ready to admit you're wrong yet, pal?" she questioned, sounding more like her father than perhaps she really should, yet not caring. Part of her was almost enjoying this. It wasn't violent - at least, not yet - and she was getting the chance to do something besides dwell over how to defeat not one, but two, Sith.