Emotionally Fueled

Ghost quickly swiped away her tears, hoping Quint did not notice. Looking up at her, she offers a nervous smile to the Jedi. "That would be very nice. I've barely been able to hold the arm together this past year. Thank you." She said and gently grabbed at the metal connector still in her arm. With a twist and a pained look on her face, she slowly pulled it out of her arm, little blades and wires pulling from her arm with it, coated in blood. "I guess it doesn't help that it is very old technology, too."

Setting the connector down with the arm, she hears Rowan speak of Carla. Hopping to her feet, she marches into the room without thinking and gets in Rowan's face while taking Carla from him. Rage boiling inside her, she yells at him, "Don't ever threaten her again or I'll cut off your family jewels with my bare hands, you filthy bounty hunter!"

Not knowing the Force was reacting to her emotions, the holo table began to bend under it as she threatened the Mandalorian. Turning, she stomped out of the room just as the table was crushed to the floor.

Returning to Quint, Carla in hand, Ghost offered a strained smile. "Would you be willing to teach me a little mechanics? It could come in handy if I'm ever alone again."

She was completely oblivious to what she had done to the table.