Valkyrie | Not so Old Ben
Ben wasn't usually one to notice something like a beautiful dress, especially considering how subtle things in Starklandia were compared to grand senate fashions, but he would have admitted Valkyrie looked very, very nice in the dress she'd had on. Beautiful, even. But he liked this more. He couldn't explain what was so mesmerizing about it, but maybe it was just a more natural look for the woman.
"I'll do what I can." He grinned, igniting his lightsaber. "Back to back?" He could block the blasts easily enough with his blade- just as he'd blocked them a million times before fighting in the Clone Wars. In the meantime, she could fire. "Maybe we should make our way toward the door? Make sure the others are doing alright?"