The Chiss raised her head as she heard the unmistakable sound of another lightsaber activating, her eyes locking onto Thaerex, though she didn’t attack immediately. Instead, the Sith looked him over carefully, before her gaze travelled slowly back to his face.
“Hello to you, too.” she answered eventually, her saber dropping from attack stance, back to guarded as she tilted her head to one side. The way he was dressed, the colour of his saber...it was a reasonable conclusion to assume, as the inhabitants of the planet had done, that he was a fellow Sith.  “Did they send you here to help?” Theva gestured around her at the carnage of the room. “If so, you’re a little late.” 

An amused grin painted her features next, followed up with a chuckle. “Or are you the cleanup crew?” She peered over his shoulder warily, the footsteps were getting quicker, and louder.
“Either way, I think we should run, yes?” 
She hated running from a fight, but even Theva wasn’t stupid enough to trap herself in a battle she knew they wouldn’t be able to win.