The Blood Hound
"Of course I'm dangerous," Scherezade replied, looking obviously confused at the need to mention that. And yeah, she probably could kill him, with ease, considering he was in human form and had no protective gear on him, but she knew better than to mention that. People generally didn't like it when you pointed the obvious out to them.
But it wasn't the point anyway. Wounded, and with two droids, she had better things to do than increase her blood trail. Just because she was the only Blood Hound that she knew of, didn't mean that others did not exist, and the more blood she left behind, the greater the odds were that her trail would be stumbled upon by one of them. Considering she knew what she could do with the abilities and wasn't really trained, the mere thought of the scope of things someone trained could do was enough to give the woman a shiver or two.
"You have a major attitude problem," she said after a silence, her hand grabbing some tissues and pressing them against the wound now. She'd deal with the actual fixing of it later, now that the bleeding had been slowed down enough for it to not be an immediate danger.
With that, she hopped off the table, inspecting herself one last time in the mirror to make sure she hadn't missed any other wounds, and picked one of her droids up. Looking at the other droid, she rolled her eyes, and a moment later he floated into the air via her use of telekinesis.
"Stay here then, if you really want to," she sighed, "I'll find someone else." Looking at him from eyes to toes and back once, she gave another shrug. "Next time you talk like that to a Sith they might kill you for it." And with that, she turned around and began to make her way towards the shop's exit.