This wasn't working...
This wasn't the same as lightsaber combat or a sheer test of Force powers against one and another. This wasn't hand to hand combat, or things she knew she was good at, this was all an emotional game and she was losing...bad. She never knew how to play these types of games, especially when it came to men. She would give him the unimpressed look as her hand fell to the table with a rough sigh, her head falling to the table shortly behind it. "I give up..." Then there was a touch on her mind, and with that intrusion she suddenly looked up from her pouting position at the table. She gazed beyond Mikhail and at the corner booth from the vision in her mind, eyes narrowing into slits.
"Ehm?" She held a hand up to Mikhail and looked again beside him. "Did you...?" It was a dumb question that he wouldn't be able to answer anyways, and she knew it. Now, she was more confused than before and three times as irritated. She wasn't more so irritated and confused at the man before her, but at whomever or whatever that had just violated her personal space. Indeed, she had let her guard down while playing an emotional game of footsy with a man that could have been dangerous but that wasn't the point. She had also failed to obtain any relatively useful information from him, but again, that was not the point. The biggest point was that someone had touched her and it wasn't the type of family touch in a physical or mental way, it wasn't even an intimate touch that one might share with a lover. It was an attempt to alter her senses...and it failed.
Aaralyn stood up from the booth, shifting out of her seat while her lightsabers clanked against her hips. She shifted and shimmied through the narrow passage until she came to Mikhail and grabbed onto his shoulder and pulled against him, as she pulled herself free the sound of grinding metal and leather made a rough noise as she passed through the narrow entrance to the booth. With a groan and a "Oof..." she stumbled the remaining way out and into a passing by patron who cursed at her in an alien language. Of course, much like anyone else on a mission, she disregarded the creature and continued on her course for the other side of the cantina. It was a curious thing that someone was even more ballsy than [member="Mikhail Shorn"] and would try such a thing. She walked passed the entrance where both [member="Ember Rekali"] and [member="Sicarius"] were seated and didn't bother to give either of them a glance, no, she was determined to find out out; Who and Why?
~Who in their right mind would try such a thing?~
As she came up to the booth, she brought both hands down harshly ontop the table with a thud and echoing slap. Her eyes piercing the darkness to stare at [member="Serian Loria"]. "Did you, just do that?"