She wasn't going to voice her suspicions as to what. It wasn't the time and this wasn't even their time. This had to be bad for the various timelines, it just somehow had to be. But she couldn't care. Not right now. Now she was focused on finding her father.
Normally Ben's response to Allana working the 'we're too busy for me to act human' argument was to tell her to shut up, but he muffled the words against her hair so it came out mostly like a growl. It was a growl that was repeated in the fierce anger of his words, not directed at Allana, but at that bitch Eve and that asshole excuse for a Xander.
"We know what she wants and she's not gonna get it." He had faith, in Jacen Solo to not let this change him irrevocably because he knew what his future held, and his uncle Sam to not give in to whatever they were saying, doing or even – God help them – offering because Ben knew his uncle was stronger than he believed.
"She doesn't fucking know them like she thinks she does. They never do." They, being all the bad guys who had ever thought they could completely best the good guys in L.A., only to have said plans eventually be stopped or ruined because that's what they, the good guys, did. They stopped this kind of fuckery.