The way the pokemon betrayed him made Starkiller scoff. "Traitor." The kid tossed loosely, not truly understanding the gravity of such actions yet. "What is that thing anyway?" He asked politely, obviously unsure what to actually make of it. "Is it some sort of Wookie with out fur?" Truly, Starkiller had no idea what to make of it. Though that would be for another time.
"I don't know any Barbaras." Starkiller responded flatly overly cautious. "Why would I need to be friends with anyone, especially some old lady." He quipped. "My master provided me with everything I ever needed." Which honestly, wasn't a lot, but it was to make him stronger. More prepared to fight Jedi.
Looking at the stuff he had eaten. "That was sustenance." Starkiller responded stubbornly. "What more do I need than what I had?" Then came the indignant look. "And who are you to tell me what I need?"