She looks up as Lobo approaches. She is holding the lightsaber to cross her body, the 'blade' of the saber pointed to empty air over the counter itself as she absently pushes the button repeatedly. "Hello, Lobo."
Lobo examines it... releases the cover, looks at the internal mechanisms... resets the safety switch, moves the cover back on, and offers it back. "There."
There is a spine at the base of each stake, in case she wants the full set. "The lesson they failed to learn, is to never bring a sword to a gunfight, unless ye can be very fast." He chuckles. "They were not."
She reaches out with her will, pulling the heads up off the stakes to float before her so she can inspect them. She is positively gloating over their deaths. "Do you trust me to give you their worth or do you wish to come with me while I weight them?"
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She floats into the bar, the bloody heads trailing behind her. She continues through the crowd and out the door.
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She activates the lightsaber, intending to get some practice in.
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