Abandoning the paper as instructed, she stuck to Kahlil, her gaze purposefully avoiding the corpse. It's death certainly didn't feel like such a victory anymore.
"My telekinesis?" She curled an eyebrow, not so much because of the question itself, but rather it's implication. Without really meaning to her gaze dropped to the Sithspawn, finally addressing its monstrous presence.
"Not good enough to hual something like that." Outside of the mental field, her relationship with the force was relatively
strained. Not that she'd ever directly admit to such.
"But I could always try." Never one to shrink from challenge, even if it was one she constructed solely in her head, the kid looked to Kahlil for confirmation.
Kahlil Noble