He skeptically glanced at her empty hands and wasn't so easily convinced. Certainly she'd hidden or discarded it along the way. Reaching out for her mind, he probed the Force for any sign of her thoughts. There were none. In fact, she was still drawing a large blank and lacked any hint of an aura. Exar almost regretted letting his eyes glaze over during a few of his master's longwinded teachings on the discipline and skill of sensing in the Force. Those long and arduous lessons had tested more than his skill and concentration. Baffling as her invisibility was to him, he could still rely on the facts of the situation and his own observations.
The hum of Exar's lightsaber droned on as he circled around her. He gave an incredulous chuckle and raised his brows. "Really, inventing a third party? You ought to try harder than that. I'm not stupid. There were only two of us in that room. Shall I summarize how it probably unfolded? You desired the piece, broke the glass, and attempted your getaway..." Another laugh, but like his pacing, it was showing signs of dissipating patience. "You heard me. Doesn't your weapon work?"
Exar's expression darkened while she rightly guessed his true intentions. "Don't threaten me." His tone was ice. "I know you're lying. I was speaking to the curator this afternoon. He gave me permission to research the amulet you stole." Two could lie, and he'd already been bluffing much of the afternoon.
"So either you can surrender and hand it over," he began, taking a step forward and towering over her, "or I'll drag you to the security myself. Those are your only choices." In order to make the finality of his statement even clearer, he angled the blue tip of his lightsaber's blade at her head.