Ben moved along next to her.
"It is true. The dark Beckons those who are weak. My master Darth Gazer taught me of such. The dark is strength." He looked past her, the faint roar of the crowd could still be heard. As the announcer told everyone to stay on their seats and not to worry.
"The dark, although true to my power, it is not my home. Not my creator. I simply use it's force" He said simply, trying to avoid any conflict that may come from his words towards the Jedi. 
He turned quickly cutting her off with his drawn light saber, the burning beam barely catching her cloth on her chest. 
"I will help you get off of this planet, but." He paused and looked over his shoulder. 
"After, I am a ghost to you, you never saw me." He glared at her, hoping the threat would sink. She may be powerful, but Ben's dark power was not to be reckoned with.