The taller twi'lek only seemed to take Shai's disinterest in petty insults as a sign of her agreement to play some childish game. Though her body language said "trained warrior," her outward appearance said "teenage girl." The Exile closed her eyes and tried to concentrate; to focus. It had been some time since she had tried to meditate and clear her mind. Quieting a troubled mind was something of a challenge, even to someone who was gifted in the Force, such as Shai. She tried to focus on repetitive actions like the noise of the Wookiee grinding away with the mortar and pestle. Unfortunately she kept getting distracted by the chatter from the Dug and the other twi'lek. They were busy talking away about fancy gadgets. 

Shai pulled up her hood to try and give her some shelter from the activities around her. She shut her eyes again and tried to concentrate. Was she trying to meditate or brood? She never thought that she'd become like those Sith Lords who spent seemingly endless amounts of time brooding by themselves. Yet here she was, sitting in a corner with her hood up like a petulant child. There it was again. Self-doubt. 

Deep breaths, Shai. Not brooding, [i]meditating.[/i] 

For a few moments it worked. She could feel the Force within and without and she felt at peace. Nothing lasts forever though and she soon lost her concentration. Shai felt like an acolyte again, struggling to lift a training droid with the Force. Damn this! Shai wondered if Jedi ever struggled like she was. She knew some Sith could channel their anger into pure Force power, but that would never work for her. Her power came from her strength, her drive, her will. But without that, she had nothing. She reached a hand into her pocket and pulled out the bottom half of her lightsaber hilt. It was cut clean in two, the black metal melted around where the blade had bifurcated it. Why did she hold on to it? She didn't think anyone would be able to fix it and it certainly didn't serve any practical use, so why hang on to it? Nostalgia? A reminder? Shai didn't know. She did know she couldn't bring herself to get rid of it, even if someone might pay a few credits for it. 

Maybe she'd find a use for it.