Vorhi would have quirked a brow at her aura. Then again, most of the Templar were a little wilder. Hell, he gave reports to Master Bane, and he was...intense. When all you saw was a person's aura, you began to gather things about them. The force was more than just light or dark. This young lady was dark, in a sense. But not the kind of heated, intense rage that many other Sith he met tended to have. Her darkness was colder, more like a controlled burn. Powerful, but subtle. Made sense. Still, he nodded. "You get the hang of it, eventually, I'm sure. Can't help but wonder if anyone's got the nerve to hang-glide during the storm," he said with a chuckle, the mental image of trying to ride a hurricane amusing him.
He smiled warmly. Of course, he'd be an idiot to flirt with disaster. This woman obviously was up to something, and heaven only knew what it could be. But hey, he was an archaeologist. running into obvious danger was literally his career. He chuckled. "Tell me, miss Polarine, would you be inclined to dance? I'm afraid I've been a bit restless today, and I could stand to stretch my legs," he siad with a smirk. If there was a more harmless-looking fool in the room right now, he couldn't see it. Then again, he never did.