Luke/Starkiller
Of course Galen was trying to press Luke's patience. Was it the whole point, no. Was it a well deserved goal though? Absolutely. "She should talk with people with proper training." Galen commented with a snide slide at Luke's possibility at training. Sure the man was trained, but you weren't going to convince him he had any training nearing the training that Kenobi or himself had. Of course he could be wrong, but goading the man was more his agenda than anything.
Of course Starkiller could say who would win. He knew. It was him. Though he'd let it go. No need to rub it in. It was a fact none the less, that every duelist no matter the lightsaber style would morph it to something their own. You could call it a signature of the duelist. Hell, even Starkiller had his own immediate style, and flavor. His Juyo wasn't like others, especially as he added Jar'Kai to the mix. It was what happened when you were trained specifically for the murder of Jedi, you became very good at it. Not that he was out to killing Jedi now. This one was still up for debate. "Interesting." Was all Luke would get on his own style. Luke would be a fun fight, he suspected. Considering his lineage.
Starkiller looked over in the direction that Luke mentioned. He'd might go find her. Even if he didn't, Luke didn't need to know different than that. "Hm." He looked to Luke, and opened his mouth to say something, but only smirked a devious smile instead as he just walked that direction. No farewell or the like.