"Whatever." Starkiller muttered. Same difference if you were to ask him, though ultimately he didn't care. He was here alone, and that was all that he knew. He didn't have any friends here. He didn't have any allies here. There was no one here that he could depend on, except for himself.
Lounging, Starkiller could feel how the woman was hesitant to utilize his weapon. Perfect. Let her examine it. Maybe she'd activate it, and put the blade through her chest, and he could call it a day. Then his thoughts shifted. That actually sounded unpleasant. As annoying as she was to him, he didn't particularly want her dead. The company... was actually welcome. Kind of. So to ensure that she didn't actually kill herself on accident Starkiller looked at her and sighed. "It's a weapon." Holding his hand up, he used the Force to pull the weapon from her hand as it flew right back to him.
Closing his eyes, he nodded. "Everyone needs a purpose. Mine is to serve my master, and assist bringing his goals to light.." He paused. "Well it was. Now its..." Then he stopped his eyes opening. What was his purpose here? What was he to do? Kenobi wasn't about to train him, and there wasn't other options. What was he to do? He sighed and allowed his eyes to close again. "I guess, I have no purpose here either."