Look something to agree on. Starklandia was a terrible name. Starkiller would question if it was possibly the absolute worst. Then she peaked the idea of him training her. That was an interesting thought. Did he want a apprentice of his own? Someone he could guide and mold? Teach what he has to offer? He looked to her. He absolutely could. "You're no wo-" Then her comment came out.
Mustn't have bade that big an impact? The snark. The gull of this half rate excuse of a Force user. She thought there was an air of unpleasantness now, well. His hand raised and he took a page out of his master's book. He squeezed with the Force using the infamous Force choke his master was known for. When he knew he had that grasp he held it while dragging her towards him with the same Force.
"You don't know me, because you weren't worthy to know." He snarled very pointedly. "I spent my years being trained in secret, to slay the Emperor. What was it you did now? Just get your lightsaber? Get in line." His head throbbed with still not being one hundred percent. Pushing her back some and releasing his choke hold on her.
"The reality is, you're a half cocked excuse of a Jedi." He shoo khis head. "I've done more to destroy the Emperor than you will ever understood." A growl, Starkiller left her in the street, now thoroughly annoyed. He had half a mind to kill her.