Starkiller/Leia
“I’m certainly not one here.” It wasn’t so much the lack of structure of this world annoyed her, but it could be better ordered, she wanted to know more of the people who were scavenging, those who were patrolling and supposedly ‘taking care’ of things. She didn’t like not really knowing how things around her were run, and who was running them. “And the galaxy I’m from, has no senate-” She noted thoughtfully. “So I couldn’t be a politician.” She was just being contrary at this point, because his know-it-all attitude was highly irritating, and she was stating fact. Though. People did still call her Princess, with no subjects, no world to be royalty of. That one had remained.
“As was I.” She shrugged almost carelessly, because she had been - she’d had no idea what she was reaching for and he’d appeared first, and spoken - that classified him as at fault. As he lashed out rather suddenly, clearly reaching for insults, she half-snorted into her drink as she took a swig; he was childish, immature, but her expression was serious enough.
"I’ve done far more without the Force than I ever have with it." she retorted sharply, not so much angrily, but more in a sort of finality on the matter - that he wasn’t about to win this cajoling that she ought to ‘embrace’ it. As if it hadn’t always been a part of her, she sort of wanted it to be that way. The abilities and gifts she had been given by her father, and wanted to nurture and acknowledge where from Bail Organa alone.
She let out a breath, she didn’t really want to leave, even if it was now out of sheer stubbornness. "I’ll look more carefully next time, won’t I?" She muttered, taking the now second to last twizzler between her teeth.