Welp. There it was. Just firm to the point Leia. Just shut it down, and it's done. No more. It just didn't work for Galen really. He just wasn't one to be shut down, and have his feelings tossed aside. Well, wasn't quite that and he knew it, but the placement didn't particularly matter to him. He was just tired of running from the conversation. They managed to have some talk while at the beach, but here they were now in a mall in space, and she decided this was to populated.
Great.
So here wasn't good for talk. Back in Starklandia wasn't good for talking. Where was it fine?! Scowling, Galen turned on his heel to continue walking. "Fine. We'll keep looking." Not that there was much joy in it at this point. Starkiller was just - lost. What was he to do? Torture? That wasn't right, and probably would leave a sour taste in the woman's mouth regarding him. Use the Force? That felt just as wrong, and even worse invasive to her and her mind. Sighing he just walked in silence looking at the different stores until one sparked enough interest to have him slow and point at it.
"This one?" He asked. "It looks less intimate." Galen didn't particularly wait for an answer before stepping in through the open doors which had knickknacks on shelves. Maybe he'd finally find gifts for the people on his list for this strange holiday.